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Chapter 10
Jack rushed to my grave and frantically started digging with his bare hands.
Night fell, and his hands were bloodied. He picked up my urn with trembling hands.
He would not let me rest in peace, even in my last moments here. He hugged the urn in his arms.
“Whitney, Whitney. Don’t be scared. I’m here with you.”
That was something he had always said to me when we were young. Yet, at that moment, it felt different.
Jack’s tears dripped onto my urn. I wanted to wipe his tears away, not because I was heartbroken for him, but because I found it
disgusting.
Later that night, Jack leaned against my tombstone as he hugged my urn, murmuring, “We’re finally together as a family.”
When the security guard made his rounds and found Jack, he jumped in fright. He immediately called the police.
The police arrested Jack. At the bureau, Jack confessed to killing me.
