By the time Agnes arrived at the funeral home, the service had already begun. Amid the sobs and wails of mourners, she looked up at the black-and-white portrait displayed at the front of the room.She instinctively rubbed her eyes, convinced she must be seeing things. However, as she stepped closer, she could no longer lie to herself.Agnes stared at the scene before her, dazed and disoriented, murmuring, “How is this possible? How could this be? I never thought he would actually die.”Julian Meadows, my manager, stood nearby, his eyes red with grief. He glared at her, his face twisted with resentment. “What are you doing here? Get out! Just get out! Ian didn’t want to see you! Leave!”Agnes was still reeling from the news of my death. She did not get angry. Instead, she looked at Julian with desperate hope.“He’s not dead, is he? Where have you hidden Ian? Bring him out. Tell him to stop pretending. I’ve already had every video taken down. I won’t hold what he did to Nathan again
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