"Shawn, what's that you're holding? What kind of junk did you bring home this time?""We've got guests, and there aren't enough rooms. Find somewhere else to stay for a few days."My wife, Zoey, stared down at me coldly. Before I could answer, she tossed my suitcase into the hall.The door slammed shut.Clutching Leo's urn, I stood alone in the dark hallway. Laughter spilled from the apartment, and pain stabbed through my chest.Just hours ago, after years of illness, Leo had finally passed away.Zoey had said she was going overseas for work. Her phone had been off for days.The doctor had warned us three times that Leo might not make it. Still, he held on through the pain, hoping to see his mom one last time.I still couldn't reach her before he took his final breath.But minutes ago, I'd opened our apartment door and found Zoey—who was supposed to be overseas—sitting right there.With Peter's whole family.They were gathered around the dinner table, eating and watching TV
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