She Got Crown, I Got Cremated novel Chapter 3

I don't remember dying. Just that when I saw my own body, I couldn't look.

It was pathetic. Horrific.

Felt like I'd dropped into the ocean's darkest trench—no light, no clue where I was headed.

I curled up, scared out of my mind—until something yanked me upward.

Jeff and Frank were charging ahead.

Frank behind the wheel. Jeff calling my phone nonstop.

Their faces were grim.

Then—busy signal.

Jeff clenched his jaw, tapping the car door like a metronome.

Frank glanced over. "No answer?"

Jeff shut his eyes, hiding whatever cold was brewing underneath.

Frank floored it. The engine growled.

"She's really going all in, huh? Even faked the ashes. Let's see if they're actually hers."

Ashes?

So my body was already gone—cremated.

Maybe once they saw the urn, they'd believe it. Maybe they'd do the decent thing and bury me right.

Then I could vanish completely.

If not... at least they'd stop acting like I was some threat to Lulu. Forget me. That'd be enough. No more cruel words. No more anything.

Half an hour later, they pulled up to the crematorium.

Jeff and Frank got out.

A staff member approached. "Can I help you?"

Jeff gave a smirk. "Sienna Smith's ashes. We were told to pick 'em up, right?"

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