My mother dumped my baby’s ashes into the toilet because she said my grief was “bad energy” for my pregnant sister….

“No,” I said, still recording. “You’ll talk. I’m done being the reasonable one.”

I turned the camera toward my mother. She raised a hand to block her face.

“Say what you said again.”

She straightened, pride hardening her features. “I said this house has become suffocating. Chloe is carrying a child. She needs peace, not a shrine to death in the guest room.”

Chloe gasped softly behind us. “Mom.”