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

whose sister worked at the

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

retired gentleman

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

forgotten your parents'

caressing the cover, he said, "This

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 parents

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 that period

calm, just a child stripped of her parents and

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