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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.

voice cut in. "What matters

Sacred Moonlight

shadows across the gravestones.

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

voice shaking with fury and fear. "What do

simply.

me staring at a

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I grabbed my coat and purse.

proper shoes. Nothing

out of the suite, taking the service elevator to avoid being seen by Lucas

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

Moonlight Cemetery.

interminable, each second stretching into

were all I had left of my daughter. The thought

losing them was unbearable.

we finally arrived, I threw money at the driver and

illuminated the path to Lily's grave, a

walked countless times before..

I saw a figure standing beside

precariously on the edge of the

her even in

a cruel smile playing on her lips. "You

a

daughter's ashes," I demanded, taking a

moved to the urn, her fingers brushing its surface.

move and little Lily

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

through the

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

worthless child."

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