Call It Murder!
The speakers that should have been playing solemn songs were blasting eerie, discordant music instead.
“Ah, now that’s more like it!”
Anthony laughed as he kicked the urn aside. Ashes scattered across the floor. Then, he grabbed a paint marker and began scribbling all over the deceased's name until it was completely defaced. I stood there in a daze, staring at the scene in front of me with a lump in my throat.
At that moment, the door to the funeral hall was pushed open. Laura walked in on her high heels, her gaze sweeping across the chaos filling the room, yet there wasn’t the slightest hint of anger on her face. If anything, there was a faint, cruel smile hidden in her eyes.
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