"...cremate the remains on her behalf..."
These few words drilled into Lucas's ears like a poison-tipped ice pick.
He could not hold on any longer. His legs gave out, and he crashed heavily to the ground. His phone slipped out of his palm and hit the concrete floor, leaving several cracks across its body.
Today, he had come back specifically to register their marriage with Emma.
But now, someone was telling him that Emma was dead.
"Impossible..." He clenched his jaw so tight that the metallic tang of blood filled his mouth. "This is impossible!"
Lucas scrambled abruptly to his feet, his eyes bloodshot, and drove to the racing club, the five-star hotel, the chain vacation rental, even the little cottage in the countryside the two of them had once snuck off to. He searched every place
