Talia walked out of the hallway and saw light ahead.

Tears streamed down her face as she gazed at the morning sun through the window. She smiled bitterly.

No one won in this tragedy!

…

Two days later, Anderson had recovered.

At nightfall, he drove alone to a secluded graveyard. It didn't take him long to find Ayanna's grave. On the white tombstone, black letters were engraved, "Grave of Ayanna Francis, mother of Daphne."

Daphne.

So, that was the name of their baby.

Where was Ada?

He was driven to madness. He lifted the stone slab and retrieved the black urn. The blooming rose in the night was turned into a cold little urn now. It lay silently in his arms.

However, she would never speak again.

"I love you, Mr. Anderson."

He didn't know the extent of his obsession. All he knew was that he wanted to make amends, to compensate. He couldn't bear to leave her alone in the cold cemetery. He wanted to bring her back to the home she shared with him.

He turned on the heat in the ca