“Get down on your knees! Aren’t you looking for Uncle George? There he is inside this urn! How stupid and ignorant do you have
to be to think that we’re all lying to you? Are you really worth all that effort?”
Camden was fired up. His wife, Kim Smith, patted his arm to console him.
Maybe Camden was too agitated, for Kim stopped patting him and stiffly moved to the side.
Brian looked at the urn on the table and George’s photo in my hands and collapsed on the floor.
He grabbed his hair and started bawling.
Suddenly, he looked up and glared viciously at me.
He roared and threw himself at me like a beast.
“It’s all your fault! My dad was so old yet you didn’t take good care of him as his daughter–in–law! Since you didn’t take good
care of him while he was alive, then you should die and serve him in hell! Die! You should die!”
I was not prepared for his outburst. He grabbed me by the neck, and I could not pry his hands away regardless of how hard I tried.
Just when I thought I would die again, his grip on my neck loosened.
I struggled to climb up while gasping for air.
It was then that I saw that Camden and another man had pulled Brian away from me.
