Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

"Do you have his contact info?"

"No. We exchanged numbers then, but it was ages ago. With all the phone swapping, you had to save numbers manually back in the day. It's long gone." Violet asked, "You need him for something?"

Leanne said, "I wanted to ask about the case again."

Violet sighed, wanting to encourage her to move on and understanding it was easier said than done.

Leanne was so young then, witnessing the gruesome scene of her parents' demise, which must have left her with psychological trauma.

And after all these years, with the culprit still at large, how could the family move on?

are he's changed it by now." Violet tried to remember. "All I recall

whose sister worked at the precinct, Leanne tracked down

forgotten about a case from twenty years ago.

Wilbur dressed how you would picture a retired gentleman spending his days in the park, with thick eyebrows and a

over with a pleased expression. "Saw your picture in the news a few days ago. You haven't changed a bit since you were a kid." Leanne's tense mood eased

never forgotten

an old notebook, its pages yellowed, and the spine cracked. While caressing the cover, he said, "This case remaining unsolved was one thing, but

You answered our questions calmly. Most kids your age would be terrified, unable to recall the details, but you were unnaturally calm for someone your age. The things your parents had told you, what the kidnappers said during those days, the

abandoned factory, nor did she remember her demeanor before the police. They thought she was eerily calm, but her memories of

child stripped of her parents and her sense of security,

was his body. We investigated all his connections but found no links to your family. His death was a mystery, and that's