SAT Scores are Out, But My Son Is Gone

No sooner had he left than I received a call from the cemetery.

"Mrs. Wright, the cemetery's new owner has demanded your son's plot be relocated immediately. Please come quickly."

Chilled to the bone, I raced over.

The cemetery staff greeted me with apologetic faces.

"Our apologies for the late notice, Mrs. Wright. There was an oversight, and your son's grave has already been excavated."

"Where's the owner now?"

I followed them to the grave site.

My son's headstone was shattered, his urn toppled and lying in the dirt.

The sight left me in shock.

And there was Rory, tearfully clutching the urn, her grief palpable.

A staff member explained, "She was brought here by the owner..."

I stormed up and slapped her twice, hard.

I was ready to strike again but was restrained by the staff.

They murmured urgently, "Mrs. Wright, please, she's too influential to confront..."

Rory stood frozen, dazed from the slaps.

Suddenly, Jason appeared and pushed me to the ground.

"Rachel, what are you doing here causing a scene?"

Rory, sobbing in his arms, pleaded, "Rachel, you've got it all wrong. There's nothing going on between me and Jason. We're here mourning Long-Life, picking a spot for him."

"Long-Life" was the turtle Jason had once gifted her, which I had helped him choose.

When they were together, he asked for a gift idea that symbolized eternal love.

Bitterly, I suggested, "A millennium turtle might last as long as your love."

He actually followed through, giving her a turtle from a local sanctuary pond.

I scoffed at the absurdity.

He'd unearthed his own son's grave over a turtle.

Was their romance worth more than his own son's life?

Our son, lost in his own world, adored superheroes like Ultraman, though he felt too old to admit it.

In homage to his passion, his tombstone read "Child of Light," and even his urn was custom-designed with Ultraman themes.

Now, it was all ruined.

Fury shaking me, I turned and slapped Jason.

"Jason! You're no better than a monster!"

The staff intervened quickly, "Mrs. Wright, let's not dwell on what's happened. We can discuss relocating or compensation."

Jason flushed with anger, facing me, "Rachel, did you purchase this plot?"

One of them answered for me, "Yes, Mr. Wright, she's the owner you instructed us to contact."

He scowled, icily accusing, "Rachel, what's your angle? Hoping for our son to die?"

"So you could escape with some secret lover?"

The previously sympathetic staff now looked at me with revulsion.

Outraged, I retorted, "Jason, not everyone stoops as low as you!"

As I lunged to slap him again, Rory stepped in and took the blow.

"Rory!" Jason exclaimed, his face etched with concern.

His eyes seethed with fury as if I were a nemesis, not his wife.

"Rachel, resorting to violence? Is this the dignity your family taught you? I regret ever marrying you!"