Chapter 9
This was why Mom had told me that sentence in front of so many cameras.
After Mom’s funeral, I took her diary and returned to our hometown.
Not for any sentimental reason, but to escape Detective Thompson’s relentless pursuit.
The police had ruled all the deaths as suicides.
But Detective Thompson wouldn’t let go, seemingly determined to uncover the truth.
His constant questioning had become unbearable.
Back in our old house, I eagerly opened Mom’s diary.
On the first page, Mom had written just one sentence:
“Emma, if you’re reading this diary, it means you’re a brave, good girl, and Mom is proud of you.”
I covered my mouth as tears fell.
On the day of her suicide, when Mom called me to her side,
When she whispered my little sister’s last words, she had squeezed my hand.
All the reporters were focused on Mom’s lips, and no one noticed–Mom had slipped a small piece of paper into my hand.
The paper revealed where she had hidden her diary.
Following the instructions, I successfully found Mom’s diary.
I never expected that just the first page would reduce me to tears.
I eagerly turned to the next pages, wanting to know the complete truth.
The more I read, the more horrified I became.
I never imagined my parents could have done such things.
After finishing the last page, I closed the diary thoughtfully.
I needed to wait for someone.
Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.
On the tenth anniversary of my little sister’s death, I arrived early at the cemetery with flowers.
Chapter 9
Surprisingly, someone had arrived even earlier.
He wore all black, with a hat and mask.
From a distance, I couldn’t make out his features, only that he was a man of average build.
My heart leaped with excitement.
The person I’d been waiting for had finally arrived.
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