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?

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

a friend whose sister worked at the precinct,

she half-expected him to have forgotten about a case from twenty years ago. But before she finished, Wilbur said,

met at a coffee shop, and Wilbur dressed how you would picture a retired gentleman spending his days in

few days ago. You haven't changed a bit since you

forgotten

cover, he said,

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

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

wasn't calm, just a child stripped of her parents and her sense

his body. We investigated all his connections but found no links to your family. His