During the three years I was gone, I never visited my parents’ graves. Michael, my son, was a year old, so I brought him back to visit my parents. While I pushed the stroller through the graveyard, I heard a familiar voice. “Yelena, you’re back!”When I looked over, I saw Iris, my childhood friend’s mother. She was standing not too far away. She was delighted to see me, and she hurried over to me.I greeted her politely, “Hello, Iris.”She held my hand affectionately and looked at me with kindly eyes. My lips curled up in a stiff smile as I avoided her gaze. “It’s been a few years since I last saw you. You’ve grown thinner. You must have been through a lot.“Niel did you wrong that year. That brat is visiting the graves of that woman’s parents. I’ll get him to apologize to you now.”Before I could even say no, she had already called Niel. He was my childhood friend and ex-fiance. Five minutes later, I saw Niel running over while gasping. Behind him was Cloud Stalner,
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