Didi died.
The day when Reid and Mr. Brooks had soup on the terrace, I spent the whole night with Didi at our apartment.
Then I brought her soul back to the estate. This time, she could finally come and go as she pleased.
Everyone at the estate was looking for Mr. Stone.
They said he'd gone missing. They even called the cops. But I knew where he was.
When I got to the basement, it was pitch black.
Mr. Stone was curled up quietly among a pile of junk. He was still holding my phone in his hand. That pile of junk was all my stuff he'd cleared out back then. And on the phone screen was that photo of us together.
I had no idea when Reid had unlocked my gallery. Or how he'd figured out the password.
I even wanted to reach out and cover the screen. Or cover his eyes. Because some of those
