Her side of the story
“He always sat there quietly,” she explained softly while arranging a bouquet of lilies, her hands working with practiced steadiness as she spoke. “Just him and that dress. Sometimes he cried, sometimes he only stared for hours into the distance. But he never bothered anyone or caused the slightest trouble.” Kevin thanked her gently, then stepped outside again, feeling disappointed yet strangely driven. He knew he couldn’t stop here—he still needed to keep digging.
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