James desperately looked for even the slightest hint of displeasure or surprise on the woman's face, anything that could prove she was Lisa. But the woman simply smiled in a relaxed manner and extended her hand for a handshake, saying, "Hello, I'm Lucy, a friend of Lisa's."
James stared at her coldly, "I've never seen you before."
Lucy suddenly lowered her head and brushed her long hair aside from her cheek. "I was her cellmate. We met in prison, and she told me about her past. But soon after, she passed away. After I was released, I came to the cemetery to visit her once. But when I returned again, her grave was gone. I asked around and found out she was buried here."
James remained silent, looking back at the tombstone. He had covered the picture on it with glass, and it had remained
