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?

by now." Violet tried

a connection with a friend whose sister worked at the precinct, Leanne tracked

have forgotten about a case

Wilbur dressed how you would picture a retired gentleman spending his days in the

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

forgotten

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

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

before the police. They

her parents and her sense of security, too scared even

leads, 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