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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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washing over me. "How did

cut in. "What matters is what happens

show Sacred Moonlight Cemetery, the moonlight

shadows across the gravestones.

this urn again, come to your daughter's grave. Alone.

demanded, my voice shaking with fury and

replied simply. "You

call ended abruptly, leaving me staring at

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I grabbed my coat and purse. I didn't bother

even putting on proper shoes.

of the suite, taking the service elevator to avoid

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

Moonlight Cemetery.

second stretching into eternity

ashes were all I had left of my daughter. The thought

losing them was unbearable.

money at the driver and

illuminated the path to Lily's grave, a

walked countless times before..

saw a figure

sat precariously on

breathed, recognizing her even in

her lips.

is such a

daughter's ashes," I demanded, taking a

urn, her fingers brushing its

and little

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

already?" Victoria laughed, the sound echoing through the silent cemetery. "But we've

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the urn, cradling it with mock tenderness. "Such a pretty container for

worthless child."

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