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The Presidential Suite was luxurious beyond anything I'd experienced in years. Plush carpets,

elegant furniture, a bathroom larger than my entire cottage kitchen.

I ran my fingers along the marble countertop, feeling strangely detached from my

surroundings. The day with Lucas had been... nice. For brief moments, I'd forgotten the

crushing weight of grief that had become my constant companion.

But now, alone in this opulent suite, reality crashed back in. Lily was still gone. My

life was

still shattered. And no amount of go-kart racing or luxury accommodations could change that.

I filled the enormous bathtub with hot water, adding the lavender bath salts provided by the

hotel. My muscles ached from the day's activities, unaccustomed to so much movement after

months of grief-induced lethargy.

As I was about to undress, my phone rang with a video call from an unknown number. I

almost ignored it, but something-intuition perhaps-made me answer.

The screen remained black for several seconds. Then a voice spoke, distorted and

unrecognizable.

"Hello, Olivia. Missing something?"

The camera shifted, revealing a familiar object that made my blood freeze in my

veins. The Moonwood Ceremonial Urn containing Lily's ashes.

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horror washing over

the voice cut in. "What matters

Sacred Moonlight Cemetery, the

shadows across the gravestones.

to see this urn again, come to

you?" I demanded, my voice shaking with fury

replied simply.

call ended abruptly, leaving me staring at

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and purse. I didn't bother changing

shoes. Nothing mattered except getting to Lily's

the suite, taking the service

My hands trembled as I hailed a taxi outside, giving the driver directions to

Moonlight Cemetery.

ride felt interminable, each second stretching into eternity as I imagined what might

Those ashes were all I

losing them was unbearable.

I threw money at the driver and

in my chest. The moonlight illuminated the

walked countless times before..

saw a figure standing beside my daughter's tombstone. The

sat precariously on the edge

I breathed, recognizing her even in

smile playing on her lips. "You came

such a

me my daughter's ashes," I demanded,

moved to the urn, her fingers brushing its

move and little

froze, terror gripping my heart. "Please," I whispered.

sound echoing through

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urn, cradling it with mock tenderness.

worthless child."

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