Gemma stopped Clinton with teary eyes. “Clinton, what about Ginger?”
Without hesitation, Clinton shoved me to the ground. “Wait here.”
Then, to my horror, he grabbed a nearby shovel and began digging into the ground. “I won’t let you waste money pifting on this ridiculous act. This spot would be better used for burying Ginger.”
I lunged forward, screaming, “Clinton, are you insane? This is Ivy’s grave! How can you even think of burying a cat here?”
Clinton shoved me away with disdain. “You’re the crazy one. Just look at yourself. Do you even know what you’re doing? When I’m done here, I’m locking you in a psych ward.”
Exhausted and heartbroken, I stared at him with nothing but disappointment in my eyes. “Clinton, after all this time, have you found Ivy?”
His hand froze for a moment before he turned to me with a look of loathing. He said, “I’ve already made a police report. When they find Ivy, I’ll finally prove you’ve been lying all along.”
I let out a bitter laugh. “Don’t trouble yourself. Take a look at who’s here.”
Clinton followed my gaze and saw an elderly man walking over.
“Mr. Smith, why are you here?”
Robert Smith struck him across the face and bellowed, “How could I not come? If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have witnessed my most promising student’s utter stupidity!
“Ivy is gone. Not only were you absent as her father, but now you’re even desecrating her grave with your own hands. You’re a disgrace, Clinton. A disgrace to fatherhood
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