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."

she soon found

her from behind. "You always feel terrible after seeing them. Stop going. That mother and daughter just want you to pay for the funeral." Nathalie, cheered

the case, I'll

Nathalie agreed happily. "Alright."

showed up

packed with Patrick's old friends and some of the Dawson

entered, Nathalie

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

Not only was she playing up her sorrow, but she also tried to guilt-trip Nathalie when she saw her. "Nathalie, my sister, why

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