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?

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

worked at the precinct, Leanne tracked down Officer

to have forgotten about a case from twenty years ago. But before she finished, Wilbur said, "Oh, it's

would picture a retired gentleman spending his days in the park,

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

never forgotten

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

but you were unnaturally calm for

had long forgotten the specifics following her escape from that abandoned factory, nor did she remember her demeanor before the police. They thought she was eerily calm, but her memories of

stripped of her parents and her sense

us with many 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