I listened to Elio’s heartfelt confession with an impassive expression, feeling no stirrings within me.

An urgent phone ring interrupted Elio’s monologue. Whatever his assistant said on the line caused Elio to stop crying. He placed a kiss on my gravestone and said softly, “Aimee, I’ll visit you again tomorrow,” before hurriedly leaving.

Elio’s actions struck me as foolish, though I was curious about what had made him so anxious.

I followed Elio back home and saw Samara there, tears streaming down her face.

“Eli, it really wasn’t me. It was Aimee, Aimee did it on purpose…”

It turned out to be about the drowning incident.

Before Samara could finish...