A box of USB drives, a diary, a stack of photos, a sheet of piano score, and a preserved lily—everything contained within the safe.
Rachel Foster sat on the carpet beside the bed, her knees drawn up. Her eyes and nose were red, and fresh tear stains lingered at the corners of her eyes and cheeks. She stared at these items for what seemed like an eternity. She never sought out a player to watch the videotapes nor flipped through the diary, and she avoided looking at the photos of her with Kingsly Scott…
She watched in silence.
Every memory linked to these mementos was vividly imprinted in her mind. Those sweet moments would forever remain unforgettable to her. Yet, at this very moment, her heart ached with unbearable pain—pain that no one would ever truly understand.
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Two days later
