A young life was gone and she didn’t even feel a thing.
Willa looked at me with disgust and spoke in a cold tone, “We’re already divorced, Yohan. Why are you still here? Well, if you apologize right now, maybe I’ll think about tearing up the divorce papers.”
I gave a bitter laugh and put my bag over my shoulder. “I just wanted to tell you one thing. You should bring my sister’s body back. At least see her one last time.”
She simply answered in a sharp tone, “Not my problem.”
I sighed. “Fine. Then at least tell me the address. I want to say goodbye to her.”
Willa glanced at Kevin briefly and then he sent me an address.
***
When I finally reached the remote mountain village, I found that Quincy had already been buried in a simple grave. There wasn’t even a tombstone, just a small mound of dirt.
I stood in front of her grave for a long time, sighed and laid down a bouquet of flowers.
Then suddenly, out of nowhere, I heard the rumble of an excavator coming closer. It was heading straight for the grave.
Shocked and furious, I rushed forward to stop it and shouted at the driver, asking why he was doing such a horrible thing.
The driver explained, “They’re turning this place into a resort. This land has already been sold a long time ago.”
“My boss told us to dig up the grave. I’m just following orders. If you’ve got a problem, just talk to the boss.”
I looked in the direction he pointed. And there, on the hillside, stood Willa and Kevin side by side. They were surrounded by people, proudly pointing and giving instructions.
Just as I turned back, the driver had already dug into the grave. He tossed my sister’s remains aside like trash and kept going.
My chest burned as I climbed up the hill.
Willa and Kevin were holding a press event there. In front of the reporters, Willa was speaking confidently about building a luxury resort, transforming the poor mountain area into a tourist destination.
She promised to bring electricity, clean water and new roads to help the villagers become rich.
The crowd cheered excitedly.
Some of the villagers called Willa a “living saint” and Kevin a “great benefactor.” They even said they wanted to build a monument in their honor.
I asked coldly, “Willa, just because you want to build a resort, you think you can dig up someone’s grave?”
The moment she saw me, her proud expression froze.