Time flew by fast. It had been six months since Lyle left us. I also turned from rags to riches. Life works in mysterious ways.

 

My heart was heavy upon thinking about Lyle. It felt like a weight on my chest. Every breath I took felt like a burden.

 

only be remembered after their deaths. I was disgusted by the mere thought of him

ached for him whenever I recalled how

that I no longer hated him. I wanted to tell him that

don’t you visit Sharon today? I’m sure she wouldn’t want to spend this day alone

for a bit before replying. Honestly, it had been so long since I last paid Sharon a visit. It was about time

could never repay the Smiths for everything they had done for me. It was a favor I could never return, nor could I do anything to compensate for

 

improved with Christopher’s help, I knew Sharon would rather sacrifice everything than

to step foot inside the property. I peered through the iron gate and noticed that her favorite flowers were already wilting and the place was full of weeds. It looked abandoned. Only one small patch remained tended: the spot where Lyle’s favorite flowers were planted. It was obvious that the owner no

the flowery plant as we walked

 

even walk now. She was well into her eighties and had always been weak. Lyle’s death was a

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