Caitlin’s sharp voice echoed through the room, making everyone tremble.
“Quicklime? What do you mean?” Jonathan asked in confusion.
Caitlin picked up the urn and thrust it in front of him. “Look closely! Is this my mother’s ashes? No, it’s quicklime! How could you be so heartless? Not even leaving her remains intact? Are you even human?”
Her rage boiled over, and she flung the quicklime at Jonathan.
Jonathan raised his arm to shield himself, his face spared, but his body was coated in white powder. The sharp, acrid smell confirmed her accusation—it really was quicklime.
“How can this be? How could it be quicklime?” Jonathan stammered, his confusion apparent. “Caitlin, why would I switch out Kelly’s ashes? When I collected the urn from the funeral home, I delivered it straight to the c
