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?

if I had the number, odds are he's changed it by now." Violet tried to remember. "All I recall is that

friend whose sister worked at the precinct,

him to have forgotten about a case from twenty years ago. But before she finished,

dressed how you would picture a retired gentleman spending

news a few days ago. You haven't changed a bit since you were a kid." Leanne's tense

never forgotten your parents'

caressing the cover, he said, "This case remaining unsolved was one thing, but another reason was the impression you

be terrified, unable to recall the details, but you were unnaturally calm for someone your age. The things your parents had told you,

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

parents and her sense of security, too

even found one of the kidnappers, though it was his body. We investigated all