Chapter 52 Mafia Reapers And The Photograph (Part 2)

• The cold breeze brushed against my skin. I shivered a little as I had no jacket on, but I didn’t mind.
• I took a deep breath before gently tracing Mom’s engraved name on the tombstone and then Dad’s. I shifted my gaze to both of their graves.
• “Mom, Dad. I’m really confused. I don’t know why, but I feel like Stephen is connected to my past. If by any chance he was part of the group that attacked us before, I hope he wasn’t. Because if that were the case, I don’t know what I would do.”