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?

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

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

him, introducing herself, she half-expected him to have forgotten about

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

pleased expression. "Saw your picture in the news a few days ago. You haven't changed

never forgotten your parents'

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

were only six but didn't cry when you saw us. 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

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

just a child stripped of her parents and her sense of security,

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