Chapter 32

Chapter 32:

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Her lashes trembled, mist clouding her eyes. “There’s something I have to do first.”

At last, the endless gray skies split open and let the sun through.

Clutching Bettina’s urn to her chest, Cathryn slid into the passenger seat of Andrew’s car. “You really didn’t need to come with me,” she said quietly, her fingers tracing the urn’s cool ceramic.

Cathryn had decided to lay Bettina to rest far from the city, in a quiet village nearly two hundred kilometers away. Bettina had once taken her there—a village tucked among low green hills, its air sharp and clean, its days unhurried.

The Moore family’s attempt to seize her mother’s ashes and lock them in their mausoleum only made Cathryn more determined not to let Bettina be bound to their world. She dismissed the thought of burying her in a pristine city graveyard. Bettina’s final resting place would be far from greed and ambition—somewhere untouched by deceit and plotting.