Back in her room, she found a purple tie buried in the closet. Somehow, she was certain it belonged to the man in the picture, selected because it matched his eyes. But why was it here and in so intimate a spot? There were new cups in her kitchen too. Did they belong to the man and the boy?
Going through her notebooks from school, she found the name Kazuki written several times, sometimes surrounded by a heart. A few doodles of a crow, sometimes nesting in a tree, other times flying, accompanied them.
The most mysterious of all was a sheet titled “Day of Buckets” with a schedule written on it. The date near the top was the same as the picture’s. But that was impossible. There was no way she could have seen all those places and gone to an amusement park then. It would have killed her.
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