The Love Triangle
Maybe that was her escape.
In the end, all that remains of a person was less than two kilograms of ashes.
Madeline cradled the urn gently, lowering it into the earth. She scooped up a handful of dirt, letting it cascade over the urn, then stepped back.
Trevon, his face ashen, mirrored her actions, adding his own handful of dirt. Madeline watched silently, offering no objection.
They both retreated to the side, observing as the workers methodically covered the urn with soil. The funeral, stark in its simplicity, was over just like that.
Bab Populer