t was too loud. It was too late. The doctors at the larger hospital confirmed

. Leo's ashes. The house was quiet when I walked in. Matth

til I placed the urn on t

" he asked, h

I said, my v

ance in his eyes. "What kind of sick joke i

like swallowing glass. "He died. Be

. "Dead? You're unbelievable. You're just being dramatic to

pt, and knocked the urn. It tipped, spilling a small

ne at fault. "Clean that up. You've been faking this wh

ky hands on, broke something inside me. The grief turned into a cold, hard res

n't you look at me like that. You probably never even

elieve me. He didn't care. He had erased our son f