8
"Anthony, do you think I despise you?" Anthony inquired.
I remained silent.
"The mortuary reached out," I stated bluntly. "They mentioned you're interfering with their operations. Please leave."
He extended his hand, seemingly seeking assistance to stand. I didn't budge.
"The service is scheduled for two days from now. I've notified everyone. The grave site is prepared. Take a day to recuperate. You'll need your strength for tomorrow's cremation."
Looking up at me, he said, "Denise, can we reconsider the divorce?"
I couldn't suppress a laugh. He appeared hurt, but I was indifferent. It was darkly amusing.
"My feelings for you have changed, Anthony. I want to end our marriage."
He fell silent, slowly rising from the floor.
Upon returning home, I showered and retired to the guest room.
The following morning, law enforcement woke me with a call.
"Ma'am, there's been an incident. We need you at the station immediately."
"What's happened?"