“That woman doesn’t love you, son,” Aurora had warned him once. “She looks at you like a business deal.”
Daniel had been furious.
“Enough, Mom. Not everyone is trying to hurt me.” Mother-daughterjewelry
After that, he stopped visiting.
And now he was inside a coffin.
A coffin Brenda refused to open.
“He didn’t want people to see him this way,” Brenda insisted. “Respect his wishes.”
Aurora gave a dry, painful laugh.
“My son used to call me just to ask whether the beans needed epazote. Don’t stand there and tell me you know what he wanted.”
Brenda stepped closer.
“You lost that right when you interfered in our marriage.”
The words hit Aurora like a slap.
Her chest burned, but she did not move back.
“I may be nosy, stubborn, and whatever else you want to call me,” Aurora said. “But I am his mother. And a mother does not stand quietly in front of a closed coffin when something feels wrong.” Mother-daughterjewelry
The lawyer tried to step in.
“Ma’am, legally, the body has already been prepared and—”
“Legally, I don’t care,” Aurora cut him off.
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