"Zoran, wasn't killing my son enough for you? How dare you come here to slander him and desecrate his ashes? Are you even human?"
"I... I don't know."
He shook his head miserably, his expression dazed.
Then he suddenly looked at me.
"My son... how did he die?"
"How did he die?"
I stared at him intently, my entire body shaking with rage.
"He was crushed to death on the road while trying to deliver a cake to you, to celebrate your first love's birthday."
As I spoke, my heart bled.
"No... that's impossible."
He shook his head frantically.
"The bakery was just outside. I only let him go because I thought it was safe. How could he have been in an accident?"
Even now, he was still like this.
I looked at him, enunciating each word.
"You know what? Before he died, our son was blaming himself. He felt guilty for not delivering the cake to you, for failing to complete the task his father gave him."
"Zoran, what makes you worthy of my son dying for you?"