What if…
Kevin stared intently, thoughts racing faster with each passing second. “She must know something,” he muttered under his breath. Earlier she had claimed ignorance when answering, saying she didn’t recognize the man. Yet here she was, sitting in the same spot, repeating the same behavior. Kevin’s head spun. This wasn’t just grief. It was ritual. She had done this before, maybe countless times. He had only never thought to look.
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