All night, Emma didn't return. Probably, she was playing some thrilling game with Dave. I didn't want to think about it anymore and just sat on the sofa, recalling the years gone by. Unknowingly, dawn broke. Seeing that it was time, I picked up the ashes, got up to leave for the memorial service. Just as I stepped out, I saw Emma coming out of the elevator.
Seeing me, her expression turned frantic. I also noticed bruises around her eyes, as if she had been hit. "Something happened last night, so I didn't come home. Don't overthink it." Emma explained.
I just gave her a cold look and said, "Change into a black dress and then follow me..."
But she suddenly saw the urn I was holding and screamed, "Husband, what are you holding?"
