Brother-in-Law's Crisis, Wife's Drifting with Childhood Friend

I took Vito's urn back home.

The sea burial was scheduled for three days later. During those three days, I bought white calla lilies to mourn him.

During those three days, Vita didn't call once.

I was heartbroken and just as I was about to leave with the urn, I received a call from Vita.

"Tell Vito to check his SAT scores today."

Vita's tone was cold. If she hadn't been unable to get through to Vito, I didn't think she would have called me directly.

She didn't explain to me what she had done in the past three days at all and treated me like a complete stranger.

"Got it." I replied coldly.

Just as I was about to hang up the phone, Vita thought of something and said, "Vito's grades are pretty good, so he should do well in the SAT. You find a restaurant and let's have dinner together to celebrate it today."

I didn't say anything.

Vita didn't know yet that the brother she cared so much about had turned into the ashes in my hand.

"Are you listening?"

She sounded impatient, "Remember to tell Vito that. He is probably having a good time and hasn't been answering my calls."

"Let's talk about it later."

I gave her an ambiguous answer and hung up.

If I continued to talk with her, the sea burial would be overdue.

After a while, Vita called again.

"Ron, how dare you hang up on me!"

She scolded me through the phone, and I was already exhausted.

"Talk to him yourself."

I texted her an address and turned my phone off.

I wondered if she could still be so arrogant when she found out that her brother had been burned to ashes.