"Mary, why bother denying it? When that child swung a hammer at my head, I saw her face clear as day. It was her.
"She even said she was getting revenge for you.
"If Clement hadn't gotten there in time, I was completely caught off guard. That child might have actually killed me."
I clenched my teeth so hard my jaw ached.
Clement looked at me, his gaze ice-cold.
"I knew it. Camille's been with a mother like you and now she's learned to lie.
"If I'd known it would come to this, I would have taken her with me three years ago."
"Where is she? I'm taking her to raise myself! Mildred and I will raise this child together! Anything is better than letting you ruin her entire life!"
"Fine!"
I brought out the urn. My eyes burned as I stared at them both.
"Then you'd better go down there and teach her well."
I looked at the portrait on the urn.
Clement stared at me in disbelief.
My clenched fists trembled.
A year ago, when Camille died, I'd spent every last cent I had to give her this final little home.
And in the next second, that little home was shattered.
I screamed and lunged forward.
"Camille!"
"Are you done with this act?"
Clement seized me by the hair.