The next time I saw Stanley, he was standing disheveled at my doorstep.

The proud man he once was had vanished; our daughter's death had hit him hard. And it was he who had scattered her ashes.

"Aura, I'm sorry. I haven't taken care of you these past weeks. I cheated, and it's my fault. I'm so sorry for what happened to Bonnie. I didn't let her rest in peace."

Hearing Bonnie's name, my heart ached painfully.

"You have no right to say Bonnie's name. Having a father like you is her shame. I'm sure in her next life, she wouldn't want to meet you."

I used the most venomous...