Mom dropped to her knees with hands clasped in prayer, begging Lucy to put down the urn.
However, Lucy only clutched it tighter, her face filled with wariness as she glared at them.
“You want me to give Eva to you murderers? Dream on! The hurt and favoritism you showed her cost her life.
“Laura and Robert are murderers, but so are you! Eva would never want to be around you!
“The cheating mate who betrayed her and the parents whose favoritism drove her to death. Now, do you regret it? Why don’t you just die, then?”
Her words stunned the three of them where they stood.
So, the slender girl in black walked away holding my urn.
This time, they didn’t chase after her.
“Dolly, oh Dolly, wave your hand. One bite for you, and one bite for me. Lollipops are sweet, shared with a friend…”
The clouds parted, and sunlight spilled over the land as Lucy hummed the childhood nursery rhyme we used to sing together.
Her steps grew quicker and lighter, and the wind gave off a sense of freedom.
I was buried under the osmanthus tree Lucy and I had loved visiting as kids.
The world was in bloom again. The air was filled with floral fragrance, and the tree above was lush with green leaves.
Lucy had arrived early.
She wore my favorite white dress and brought strawberry pie and iced coffee, sitting on the grass to keep me company.
soul.
I leaned gently against her and closed my eyes, just to feel her presence. She always carried an aura that could soothe my
Lucy seemed to sense me, talking to herself. She told me about her worries, sharing funny stories and giving me updates from home.
Through her, I learned that Laura and Robert had both gone to prison.
Laura’s baby was thrown to David to raise, even though the DNA test showed the child wasn’t his.
Our hotel had gone under, sealed off for poor management. David now drifted through life, drinking all day.
Lucy smiled as if she had finally stepped out of the shadow of losing me.
“Lucy, you came so early.”
Behind her, my parents and David arrived one after another.
They also brought cake and snacks, the kind Laura could only enjoy. Now they were willing to buy them for me, too.
However, there was no joy or gratitude. In fact, deep inside, I still felt a faint trace of resentment.
“Wow, that’s rare!”
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Lucy lay on the grass, teasing as she chewed a blade of grass with her head on her arms.
“You actually remembered Eva’s birthday. I really thought Laura was the only darling you ever cared about.”
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