Beyond the Grave: My Ex-Husband's Ruin

rew' s massive oak desk, his face pa

we foun

ct, impatient. "Found what? H

torium two years ago. Her ashes were interred at Calvary Cemetery, section D

adow of something other than anger crossed Andrew' s face.

d his car keys and stormed out of the

lvary Cemetery. It was a gray, miserable day that matched th

le headstone,

Johns. Beloved Da

teen. I was bright-eyed, holding my first guitar, a cheap acoustic my dad had boug

astering his dark hair to his forehead. His two security guards stood

he ordered, h

f disbelief. One of them, a b

hat. It' s illegal. I

his eyes locking onto the man.

legal opinion. I gave you

de a sickening sound as they broke through the sod. They worked in silence, the on

They unearthed a small

brush the dirt off. He fumbled with the lid, his fin

n't a happy sound. It was triump

I knew she was p

ds Brian, who had just arriv

peered

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