Conspiracy Behind

[Chapter 100]

In Tenassie's funeral home, there was a rule that the departed had to be cremated before the memorial ceremony commenced.

As Julie waited, reluctance to say goodbye to her grandmother held her heart hostage as if she wished to etch her grandmother's face indelibly into her mind's eye.

When her beloved grandma's body was silently ushered into the cremation chamber, the heavy iron door swung shut.

The finality of it struck her hard.

She could never again see her grandma's smiling face, the person who loved her most in the world.

Her trembling hand reached out and patted the iron door as she sobbed.

"Grandma, have a happy life.

Don't forget me..." Yet, all that met her ears was the echo reverberating through the solid metal.

An hour dragged on, and the iron door swung open once more.

The clerk returned, carrying the urn that now held her grandmother's ashes, and gave them to Julie.