Silverware struck porcelain with a deafening. dissonant chime that seemed to shatter the morning air.
“What did you say?” His voice tightened. “Whose funeral?”
“Madam Maria’s,” the butler choked out. “She’s gone… Today we have to collect her ashes and bury her…”
That is a lie. A pathetic, desperate play for attention!” Stephen shot to his feet, the chair screeching harshly across the
floor. “Maria is perfectly fine in the basement! What funeral?!”
“Sir… the butler’s sobs bled through the speaker, “Madam… passed away seven days ago…”
Stephen’s cognitive world collapsed into a singular, howling static. He gripped the phone so tightly the joints of his
fingers turned white.
“Say it again.”
“Madam… is no longer with us,” the butler wept. “When your daughter found her, she was already… The hospital tried to
resuscitate her all night, but… her injuries were too severe.”
The infection caused sepsis. The doctors said she was brought in far too late…”
“No.” Stephen’s roar bounced off the walls. “No! This is her trick, isn’t it? You’re all in on it, trying to make me feel guilty!”
“Sir, it’s real…” The butler’s voice cracked into pieces. “If you don’t believe me, come to the funeral home. Madam’s body…
is there right now. She’s being cremated today…”
Stephen’s hand went slack. The phone fell to the floor with a dull thud.
He stared at the lit–up screen, the still–connected call, yet felt as if the entire world was tilting away from him.
Julia, startled by his reaction, approached cautiously. “Stephen? What happened? Did something go wrong?”
Stephen didn’t answer. He simply stood there, unmoving, pupils unfocused, lips trembling ever so slightly. Then, as if
suddenly yanked back into his body, he turned and bolted toward the stairs.
“Stephen!” Julia called after him, but he couldn’t hear her. He stumbled down the staircase, tore across the hallway, and
stopped in front of the basement door.
A new, heavy padlock hung cold and unyielding on the door. Stephen lunged forward and pounded on it. “Maria! Explain
this to me!
No response. Only the echo of his own voice bouncing down the hollow corridor.
“Maria!” He slammed his fists against the door, the blows dull and violent against the thick wood “I know you’re in there!
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Enough pretending! Answer me!”
Still nothing.
Stephen staggered back a step, lifted his leg, and kicked with all his strength. The lock snapped with a sharp metallic
crack.
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