The ethereal beauty of the singer’s voice, a stark contrast to the mindless violence on the streets, echoed through the night.
Freya was right about putting a hold on all celebrations for some time.
How he wished she could have lived to unravel the night’s story, a mystery that still eludes him.
The police, lacking any substantial evidence, closed the case as an accident.
He has been looking for clues in her belongings ever since, without any success.
Only the vinyl record keeps spinning—her voice soaring at high pitch, haunting the aftermath with a melody too beautiful to forget.
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You’ve set a mood and laid a foundation for continuing to think, long after the 6 sentences were spent. Nice!!💜
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Thanks, Liz!
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It’s so hard to not know, I hope he finds out someday what really happened.
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That’s right. Thank you, Mimi!
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An aura of intrigue hangs heavy in the air, Reena. You have a mini-series in the making? 😊
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Thanks, Denise! I’m enjoying this genre.
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May he find out what happened to Freya.
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Yes. There should be a witness somewhere.
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A visual gem.
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Thanks!
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Ooh, how interesting… great little story, Reena.
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Thank you, Chris!
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