Mason barely made it two steps before my dad shoved him back hard.
My dad had trained in MMA when he was younger, and he hadn't lost any of the strength.
Mason staggered into the altar and knocked it sideways. Beer cans rolled across the floor with a hollow clatter. He didn't seem to feel a thing.
His eyes stayed locked on Jennifer. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Jennifer was crying so hard her whole body was shaking. "Mason, I didn't know either! The paperwork on file said it was Olivia's mom in there. How the hell was I supposed to know it was yours?"
Mason jabbed a finger at the ashes scattered across the floor, his voice raw and cracking. "Then what about all of this?
"Who told you to deface my mother's portrait like that?
"Who told you to kick her urn into the corner?"
Jennifer kep
