"What? Whose funeral?" Richard's voice shot up. "Selena Sanchez, don't joke about something like that. Chloe is our daughter, not some tool to get attention. You're her mother. How can you say something so awful? You don't deserve to be a mother."I didn't answer.I hung up.The memorial was held in a small chapel.Gray clouds hung overhead. A light rain fell, turning the air heavy and suffocating.I stood quietly with Chloe's urn in my arms.I just wanted to stay close to her.Then my phone rang.I didn't even have to look.Years ago, I'd given Richard his own ringtone.I answered.For once, he sounded hesitant.Almost guilty."Selena, Grace's son was in a car accident. He's lost a lot of blood and needs a transfusion immediately. His blood type is rare. Grace isn't a match, and the hospital's running low. Blood from another hospital might not get here in time."He paused."Selena, I hope you can understand. Grace doesn't know anyone here except me. I remember you and C
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