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Once she saw the truth, she left. Her brother, unable to get any news of her from prison, died early. Her childhood sweetheart, still obsessed, never married anyone. My chest tightened when I heard this, but then I soon felt a sense of release. I smiled faintly and replied casually, "Karma always finds a way. They deserved it. I just hope that Sylvie girl will have a good future." My mentor listened silently, nodding absentmindedly. "Yes, I hope she has an amazing one."

As a result, he would drink every day out of frustration. When he reached his lowest point, Ray sat by my bedside and cried. "You must think I'm useless, hun. I can't even give you a good life… If you had married Edward Alder back then instead of running away with me, you'd probably be better off now," he had said. I couldn't bear seeing him in such a state, so I went home and begged my father to invest in Ray's business. It was winter then, and the snow was piled up thick. I had knelt outside in the cold for three hours until my legs went numb, but Dad never opened the door. There had been a pool of blood beneath me when I had eventually lost consciousness.

It was a sad and lonely way to carry on for that many years. There was another part of her that hoped it would tear down the wall between them as well, but she wasn't sure if that would ever happen. At least, she told herself, she would have sought out the truth to her job as a historian and told the real story of The Mystery of Willow Creek.