I was so close to losing my sanity. Hansel's words flashed across my mind.

I yelled into my phone, "You can't! How could you move my child's grave! I bought that site for my baby. You have no right to move him around!"

The gravesite was picked out carefully by Hansel and me.

He had never been a believer, but he spent a few days at the church praying for our unborn child.

Therefore, I could not believe that he would seek justice for Giselle by moving our child's gravesite.

So, this was the punishment he had been talking about.

"Ms. Colby, we are very sorry." The cemetery worker hung up before I could protest.

I removed the IV tubes attached to my hand and left the hospital in a hurry. At the cemetery, I felt cold from head to toe when the chilly winds swept through the grounds.

To my dismay, I spotted Giselle from afar. She was holding an urn. The sight made my heart twist in pain.

I ran to her, trying to wrestle the urn away from her, only to be shoved to the ground by Hansel.

"What are you trying to do to Giselle again?"

Giselle hid behind Hansel and smirked at me while toying with the urn in her hand. I watched in despair as some ashes fell out of the urn and onto the ground.

Scrambling up from the ground, I yelled at her with rage-filled eyes. "No! Give me back that urn!"

Looking down at me, Hansel said coldly, "Can you see your mistakes now?"

I fell to the ground and begged them when the ashes wouldn't stop falling out of my child's urn.

"I was wrong. Sorry, Giselle. Sorry, Hansel. I'm sorry. I will never do that again. Please give me back that urn, I beg of you…"

Hansel probably felt bad to see me in that sorry state. He bent over and helped me up.

"I'm glad you understand your mistakes. Don't repeat them again."

He turned around to take the urn from Giselle, but at that moment, she gasped.

She had dropped the urn onto the ground. The ashes of my child scattered all across the ground.