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?

Violet tried to remember. "All I recall is that we call him Officer

friend whose sister worked

him, introducing herself, she half-expected him to have forgotten about a case from twenty years ago. But before she finished, Wilbur said, "Oh, it's

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

a pleased expression. "Saw your picture in the news a few days ago. You haven't changed a bit since you were a kid."

never forgotten

its pages yellowed, and the spine cracked. While caressing the cover, he said, "This

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 sequence of events at the

the specifics following her escape from that abandoned factory, nor did she remember her demeanor before the

calm, just a child stripped of her parents and her

and we even found one of the kidnappers, though it was his body. We investigated all his connections but found no links to your family. His death was a mystery, and that's where the trail went