The car screeched to a sudden stop right at the entrance of the crematorium.
Dylan practically fell out of the car in his frantic rush to get out.
He shoved past the nurses and doctors blocking his way and burst into the morgue.
With one glance, he saw it.
He saw me lying still on the gurney, covered by a thin white sheet.
Dylan froze in place. The next second, he lunged forward, both hands clamped tight around my shoulders, shaking me frantically.
"Jane! Open your eyes! I don't believe it! I will never believe you're dead! This is all fake, right? This white sheet is a prop, this body isn't real. You all teamed up to trick me. It's all fake! What's the point of this stupid act you're putting on? For money? To make me feel guilty? To get out of signing the divorce papers? Say somethi
