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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?

of peace was better than the chaos that would

fresher than in the city. Curtis stood by the

out his cheap pack. Was it

a baby with Leanne, aren't you?"

he replied,

the cigarette and

tobacco hit Curtis hard, the taste

the distant hills, the sky transitioning from amber to a deep blue, the path to the cemetery almost

was getting dark and she

stubbed out the cigarette and started

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seemed eerie in the dim light the silence unnerving, yet she felt no urge to leave.

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sitting motionless in front

down, gently touching her

followed him past the