My sister said I'd replaced Grandma's medicine with sugar pills, causing her death. Because of that, Mom locked me inside the cremation chamber.
I fell to my knees and begged, but Mom spat at me in disgust.
"You little brat, behave yourself! You secretly switched the medicine and killed your grandmother. Now hurry up and atone to her!"
Dad looked reluctant. "Maybe we should let her out. What if..."
"What are you afraid of? Don't forget, your mother was killed by her!"
"If we don't teach her a proper lesson this time, she might kill one of us next!"
Their voices faded outside the door, and my heart sank to the depths.
Flames slowly climbed over my body. In despair, I clutched Grandma's cold hand beside me.
"I'm sorry, Grandma. I should have kept a better eye on your medicine, but I'm really not the one who replaced it with sugar pills."
"Maybe only death can atone for my sins..."
