Blind Brother Held My Urn

Synopsis

On the third day after my death, my seventeen-year-old brother Ethan Jones walked into Derek Smith's company, clutching my urn. Ethan was blind. I had recited the company address to him, letter by letter, so he could remember it. The receptionist stopped him and called up to Derek's office on the thirty-second floor. Derek sneered, "Here it comes again? Tell Luna I've seen her faking death trick a million times. "If she wants to scam me with a fake death certificate for a few hundred dollars, she can drag herself over here and beg on her knees." Ethan didn't understand what "fake death" meant. He only heard my name. "Luna is dead," Ethan said softly, holding out the urn. "She's here." There was a long silence on the other end of the line. Then Derek said, "Kick that scammer out."