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."

got home, she soon found an invitation

behind. "You always feel terrible after seeing them. Stop going. That mother and daughter just want you to pay for the funeral." Nathalie, cheered by Nathan, said playfully, "With you

the case, I'll go with

Nathalie agreed happily. "Alright."

cremation but showed up with Nathan

and some of the Dawson family,

they entered, Nathalie

swollen from crying. Some well-meaning folks were trying to

but she also tried to guilt-trip Nathalie when

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