Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Mary was shaky with unshed tears, "Please, check on Anne. Don't let her cope alone."

The cemetery lay in the serene outskirts, dusk creeping over the horizon. Leanne sat on the grass in front of a tombstone, lost in the photograph of a young couple in love. Her life flashed before her eyes, a life altered since she was six.

She recalled the arguments of her aunt and uncle through a door, the peace pendant broken by a bully at the orphanage, the days she tiptoed around the Richardson family... She also recollected the smiling face of Mary who called her darling with her rough yet tender touch but always scolded Curtis whenever he picked on her...

But Curtis appeared in her memories the most.

His handsome features, his annoyingly endearing ways, the warmth of his embrace, and those carefree days in Iceland...

It dawned on Leanne why Chuck had said finding the killer would do her no good.

Because it would shatter the life she now had.

If the price was losing the person who loved her most in this world, was it worth relentlessly pursuing the truth, no matter the consequences?

Leanne was suddenly lost too. Should she just stay snug within her bubble, continuing as Mrs. Richardson?

façade of peace was better than

was fresher than in the city. Curtis

pack. Was it overstepping to

you trying for a baby with Leanne, aren't

he replied, "Not

handed him the cigarette

harsh tobacco hit Curtis hard, the

from amber to a deep blue, the

getting dark and she hadn't come

cigarette and started

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was punishing herself, making amends

was sitting motionless in front of a

her lifeless face, "Let's

the rows of solemn tombstones,