Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

I Don't Know Him Raegan couldn't bring herself to turn Henley down, so with a hint of reluctance, she agreed to call him later.
Once Henley departed, Raegan called for a taxi and set off directly for the cemetery.
This rural cemetery, unlike the orderly urban ones, was a patchwork of simple dirt graves.
Nonetheless, Raegan had ensured her grandmother's resting place was marked with a tombstone.
Upon discovering the tombstone smeared with red paint, rage surged through Raegan, shaking her to the core, She paid a visit
to a nearby family, residing close to the cemetery, and inquired about the incident.
The family, unfamiliar with Raegan, remembered her grandmother well.
Learning Raegan was her descendant, they revealed a villager was responsible, claiming an unsettled debt.
This villager, they said, had faced their attempts to mediate, but his troublesome reputation prevented further confrontation.
Raegan, unaware of any debts her grandmother might have had, was filled with increasing exasperation.
Yet, cleaning the defiled tombstone took precedence.
She borrowed cleaning tools from the family and set to work on the grave, tears accompanying her efforts.
With resolve hardening amidst her grief, she silently pledged to seek justice for her grandmother.
After restoring the grave's dignity, Raegan entrusted the family with two thousand dollars, assigning them the care of the site and
requesting updates on any troubles.
The family accepted, their own financial straits binding them to this place.
Raegan then obtained the address of the villager and began her search in town.
But before she could locate him, a call from Mrs.
Barton, her neighbor, interrupted, informing her of a mob intent on demolishing her house, with even the property's owner on
site.
Rushing to the scene, Raegan arrived to find a throng of people and the police already engaged.

The property's owner, spotting Raegan, sourly declared, "Raegan, we are neighbors.
We bought this house from your uncle.
You wanted to rent it and we've agreed.
But your collusion with your uncle has led to deception.
We don't want to rent to you now.
Make it clear to everyone that you and your uncle have no claims here." Confusion gripped Raegan.
Since Brent’s detainment after the hospital incident, she had no contact with him.
Before Raegan could seek clarification, she was yanked to the ground by her hair.
"Enough! Pay back the money now!" A young police officer present at the scene stepped in and attempted to keep things calm.

lavish car, boasting of fortunes made elsewhere. He had persuaded the villagers to invest, promising returns, and put this house up as collateral. Unbeknownst to the

But Brent was a ghost, and wrath turned toward Raegan. The police officer tried to mediate, to calm the flames of blame directed at Raegan, stressing Raegan's innocence regarding Brent's scheme. Confusion reigned among some villagers, who questioned if their investments would return with Brent's capture. The police officer's face clouded with sorrow as he explained the grim possibilities, "If Brent had funds to return, there was hope. Otherwise, imprisonment awaited him, and those money was as good as gone.” Despair then seized the scene. Many villagers, advanced in years and limited in their ability to work, faced the stark reality of being penniless, lacking even for potential medical needs, their futures bleak. A woman's sorrow erupted, her savings eroded in her tears on the ground. Even as Brent got away with the money, a train of mix -ups occurred as a result of Raegan’s decision to rent the house. As Raegan absorbed the depth of the disaster, she implored

as she declared, "Listen up, everyone. I'll contribute to settling Brent's debt this time, but should he swindle you again, I'll just stand by since I have no part in his dealings all the time.” The young police officer offered reassurance, "Fear not, Brent's misdeed has been spotlighted and circulated in town. He won't fool anyone again.” The villagers, filled with hope, said in unison, "Fine. Give back our money, then.” Raegan faltered momentarily, confessing, "The funds aren't on hand at this moment. To amass your dues, I must sell my apartment in Ardlens." Her apartment, burdened by a mortgage, would net her approximately 1.8 million after the sale. The surplus would need to be gradually earned from her earnings over time. This revelation soured the crowd's mood. "You vow repayment, yet now speak of asset sales. Is this another ruse?" The troublemaker chimed in loudly, "Family ties run deep. She's likely a con artist,

keep it." Raegan's striking presence, at odds with the local rusticity, lent her words a persuasive gravity. An elderly woman pressed, "We demand a timeline. When shall the