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Both Christopher and I halted in our tracks.
William stormed up to Christopher, his eyes icy. “I checked the crematorium footage. You took Olivia Brown’s ashes. Christopher Moore, return her to
Christopher smirked. “William Miller, you trampled on her ashes. For what right do you have to say ‘return?”
“Christopher Moore!”
“William Miller, I painstakingly collected Olivia Brown’s ashes piece by piece. She was once clean and whole, but because of you, she’s now tainted with dust. You have no right to take her. I will never give her to you. Just forget it.”
The car was silent, and when I looked at Christopher Moore, our eyes met.
smiled softly. “You’re not blaming me for keeping your ashes, are you?”
I shook my head. How could I? I was grateful to him for even being here.
He continued. “Have you thought about where you want to be laid to rest? Back home, or in a cemetery?”
His face seemed shrouded in a layer of dust, which made me feel inexplicably sad.
