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usually fills me with wa
t my sister-in-law Jess' s mother' s house for a spontaneous sleepover with
concerns, utterly captivated
fter Mark' s tender whisper in h
air was
ar, until a casual phone call Mark took on our lan
to sell cemetery plots by saying o
ord hit me like
roared. I sped to the o
Jess, already dead, cremated. All that remained was her frie
, unadulterated horror whe
ssed. Lily' s ashes were mixed i
rk who called my pleas a "domestic dispute," provid
ble act ignited a
erved by the law,
Jess' s monstrous plot, includ
s relentless pursuit of truth and vengeance, no matter the