The Wrong Woman

Dark clouds shrouded the rising sun, and mist spread across the landscape. Sienna stood halfway up the hill of Memorial Heights, clutching a bouquet. Her gaze was full of sorrow as she looked at Shelly's photo on the tombstone.

For the past year, she had been traveling and working. It had been too long since she visited Shelly's grave.

"Mom, I came back yesterday. I visited Felix. He's doing great in the prison, behaving well, and even had his sentence reduced."

Sienna moved closer, placing the flowers near the headstone. She sat next to it, leaning against Shelly's grave. Gazing at the distant mountains, she appreciated the serene, beautiful surroundings. "It's peaceful and lovely here," she murmured with a faint smile.

"Mom, living here isn't bad at all. At least it's away from the noise and worries. It's peaceful here, and we can enjoy mountains, scenery, and moonlight.

"I have another important reason for coming back this time. I want to find Jane." Sienna's tone grew heavy, her mood somber.

"But her parents said she's working in Phoenicia now, and I can't reach her. Do you think Jane could've been the one who stole my manuscript?" Naturally, Shelly couldn't respond.

After a moment of reflection, Sienna continued, "She's the only one who had access to my laptop. The plagiarized parts are exactly what I had saved before leaving the town. Everything I wrote afterward is different.

grew up together like sisters. I can't believe she'd do such

saw him." Sienna lowered

know what he wants. He clearly despised my background and thought I wasn't good enough for him, yet he's acting like he still cares." "Mom, I miss you so much!" Sienna poured her heart out, even though there

was no one else in the world with whom she felt safe enough to

She visited her old

to Market Street to see Shelly's old corner store. But time had changed everything; the

at the entrance for

moment,

lazily played games at the counter. They were scenes

welling up in her eyes, Sienna moved on, dragging her suitcase through familiar streets and

leaning against the window

she felt utterly lost with no goals, no direction, no