Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Greta shoved the urn towards Miranda. "I can't afford a burial plot for him. Do you want the urn? If not, I'm thinking of scattering his ashes at sea."

Miranda burst into tears. "He cared about you the most. How could you treat him like this? It's one thing not to have a burial plot, but you're not even giving him a funeral? At least hold a memorial to honor him." Greta's face hardened. "Have you seen how tough my life is? What you're asking is unreasonable. Who told you to be so naive and hand the house over to Nathalie?"

Miranda could only sob in response.

Greta tossed the urn to her and stormed off.

But then Miranda wheeled after her, calling out, "Greta, if you hold a funeral, it won't be a loss for you."

Greta stopped, intrigued. "What do you mean?"

"Your dad was a CEO. He knew lots of important people. When someone like him dies, they usually send condolence money. You could use some of that to cover his burial costs and keep the rest." Greta, desperate for cash, softened a bit. "You finally did something right."

soon found an invitation from Greta for

after seeing them. Stop going. That mother and daughter just want you

the case, I'll go with

Nathalie agreed happily. "Alright."

cremation but showed

some of the Dawson

entered, Nathalie saw

in mourning clothes, her eyes red and swollen from crying. Some well-meaning folks were trying to

her sorrow, but she also tried to guilt-trip Nathalie when she saw her. "Nathalie, my

turned all eyes on Nathalie. People began whispering, some even saying, "Your own father has passed, and you show up like a guest?