“I trusted him so much I didn’t even bother to verify it.”
“Looking back now… maybe the truth was never what we thought it was.”
I took the phone back, only to see another post beneath it. This one was an obituary notice—an invitation from Emily Brooks’s family to her funeral. It was scheduled for tomorrow.
Thinking of that innocent, lively girl—her face slashed, yet still smiling with optimism—I felt a pang of guilt. I had failed her trust.
“Tomorrow I want to attend her funeral, to see her off one last time.”
Sarah nodded and urged me to be careful, before retreating to her bedroom for rest.
I didn’t sleep a wink that night. With dark circles under my eyes, I arrived at the funeral the next morning—only to run into Chloe Miller.
She was holding a basket of supplements, bowing deeply as she apologized to the grieving family.
“It was my fault for not listening to my brother. I should’ve stopped my sister-in-law from going out alone. If I’d been more careful, maybe this wouldn’t have happened…”
Her voice trembled with tears, her appearance pitiful. She even took the victim’s mother’s hand.