I left the hospital carrying my daughter’s ashes when my husband finally called from wherever he was with his mistress and coldly said, “The bill has been taken care of. Stop bothering me.” I didn’t argue with him. I didn’t allow him to hear my voice break.
I have been waiting three years for this call.”
I looked toward Chloe’s white urn resting on the windowsill.
“Execute everything my father prepared.
All of it.”
Raymond paused on the other end of the line.
“Are you absolutely certain?”
