Julia’s POV
As I parked the car outside the church, my heart pounded against my ribs like a sledgehammer. I couldn't believe I was about to confront Mrs. Lesley after all these years. The guilt had been eating away at me like a relentless parasite, and seeing Emily's ghost everywhere I turned didn't help matters.
I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car, the cold NYC air biting at my skin. My footsteps echoed on the pavement as I hurried towards the church entrance, my mind racing with a million thoughts. The weight of my guilt felt like a heavy burden, threatening to crush me under its relentless pressure.
As I approached the entrance, I saw Mrs. Lesley standing by her car, her frail figure silhouetted against the fading light. She looked so small and vulnerable, and for a momen
