"Suzanne!" Damon sensed my strong emotions. "Why did you buy this cemetery plot? And arranging it like this... Are you preparing it for Glenda? As I said, I've found the best expert for her. Glenda will recover soon, and this is not needed. What's wrong with leaving this place to Star?"
I burst into laughter, tears streaming down uncontrollably.
Our daughter's body was donated, so this was just a shroud mound. I didn't put up her photo, and I wanted to make this place a small garden, where the visitors would not just mourn but also smile, remembering how lovely Glenda was.
Star and Glenda. How ridiculous! They even sounded alike.
Yet Damon felt his daughter should make way for a chinchilla.
I spoke calmly. "Sorry, officer, we'll handle this matter ourselves. You don't need to bother."
After the police left, I picked up my daughter's urn.
Inside was a porcelain doll Glenda had made herself. She liked it and always kept it by her bedside. She said this doll could accompany me while she was at kindergarten.
I carefully wiped off the dirt from its surface when Alicia spoke up. "Suzanne, name your price. I hope you can give up this plot."
I replied coldly, "You can forget about it. I won't give this to you. The police have taken photos, and I will pursue this to the end. Now, please take that beast to leave. Don't dirty this place any further."
Damon spoke up for her. "Suzanne! Don't go too far!"
"Damon, if you want to grovel, do it on your own. Don't try to drag me down with you. If you're not disgusted, I am!
"Tomorrow we'll go to the City Hall and get a divorce."
"Don't even think about it!" Damon was furious. As I passed by him, he struck the urn heavily with his fist.
He put all his strength into that punch, causing the urn to fall to the ground.
The lid flew off, and the porcelain doll inside shattered into pieces, mingling with the soil.
"Ah!" I screamed in despair, grabbing the empty urn and smashing it hard against Damon. Then I knelt on the ground, trembling as I tried to gather the fragments and piece the doll back together.
Damon recognized the doll. His heart clenched, and he shouted in anguish, "How is this doll here? Where is Glenda? Did something happen to her?"
He frantically searched for his phone, trembling as he called Glenda's attending doctor who was also his friend.
"Glenda had a sudden heart attack and passed away half a month ago！"
"Impossible!"