Alexander stared at the red ribbon on the bouquet, unable to tear his eyes away. That knot was my signature. I was the one who had taught him how to tie it, the one who had stubbornly used that same knot on everything for years.
A wild thought exploded in his mind like lightning splitting a dead sky.
'Rosalie is still alive?'
For half a year, his world had been nothing but silence and darkness. That single thought shattered it all at once. He rushed to the cemetery office like a man chasing his last thread of hope, offering money, pleading, almost begging.
In the end, he finally got his hands on the surveillance footage.
In the pale morning mist, a woman in a black trench coat and oversized sunglasses quietly placed the bouquet in front of the gravestone. Her tall figure looked distan
