Love Unbreakable

I Don't Know Him Raegan couldn't bring herself to turn Henley down, so with a hint of reluctance, she agreed to call him later.

Once Henley departed, Raegan called for a taxi and set off directly for the cemetery.

This rural cemetery, unlike the orderly urban ones, was a patchwork of simple dirt graves.

Nonetheless, Raegan had ensured her grandmother's resting place was marked with a tombstone.

Upon discovering the tombstone smeared with red paint, rage surged through Raegan, shaking her to the core, She paid a visit to a nearby family, residing close to the cemetery, and inquired about the incident.

The family, unfamiliar with Raegan, remembered her grandmother well.

Learning Raegan was her descendant, they revealed a villager was responsible, claiming an unsettled debt.

This villager, they said, had faced their attempts to mediate, but his troublesome reputation prevented further confrontation.

Raegan, unaware of any debts her grandmother might have had, was filled with increasing exasperation.

Yet, cleaning the defiled tombstone took precedence.

She borrowed cleaning tools from the family and set to work on the grave, tears accompanying her efforts.

With resolve hardening amidst her grief, she silently pledged to seek justice for her grandmother.

After restoring the grave's dignity, Raegan entrusted the family with two thousand dollars, assigning them the care of the site and requesting updates on any troubles.

The family accepted, their own financial straits binding them to this place.

Raegan then obtained the address of the villager and began her search in town.

But before she could locate him, a call from Mrs.

Barton, her neighbor, interrupted, informing her of a mob intent on demolishing her house, with even the property's owner on site.

Rushing to the scene, Raegan arrived to find a throng of people and the police already engaged.

The property's owner, spotting Raegan, sourly declared, "Raegan, we are neighbors.

We bought this house from your uncle.

You wanted to rent it and we've agreed.

But your collusion with your uncle has led to deception.

We don't want to rent to you now.

Make it clear to everyone that you and your uncle have no claims here." Confusion gripped Raegan.

Since Brent’s detainment after the hospital incident, she had no contact with him.

Before Raegan could seek clarification, she was yanked to the ground by her hair.

the money now!" A young police officer present at the scene stepped in and attempted to keep

a peaceful

for

to vacate

she found herself face-to- face with the very image of that notorious villager, the one who disrespected her

demanded, “Did you desecrate my grandmother's grave?” This very troublemaker’s face remained unrepentant as he scoffed, “What if I did? Would you have bothered to return otherwise? You little bitch, conspiring with Brent to swindle us, the

for retirement!" Beside Raegan,

had rolled into town in a

promising returns, and put this house up as

the folks, he had already sold the house out, which was ironic considering Raegan

had vanished into

as Brent's accomplice

hand, and the fact that the money was given willingly to Brent,

Brent was a ghost, and wrath

police officer tried to mediate, to calm the flames of blame directed at Raegan,

who questioned if their investments would return with Brent's

officer's face clouded with sorrow as he explained the grim possibilities, "If

was as good as gone.” Despair then seized

years and limited in their ability to work, faced the stark reality of being

woman's sorrow erupted, her savings eroded

as Brent got away with the money, a train of mix

absorbed the depth of the disaster, she implored the crowd, "How much did Brent take from you?" This simple question sparked a flicker

known for her job at Ardlens and her university education, was

promissory notes, and Raegan's quick tally estimated a staggering three million

age to pursue her

expressions spoke volumes

yielded them a

formed a tight line

part in his dealings all the time.” The young police officer offered reassurance, "Fear not, Brent's misdeed has

anyone again.” The villagers, filled

our money, then.” Raegan faltered momentarily, confessing, "The funds aren't on hand

your dues, I must sell my apartment in Ardlens." Her apartment, burdened by a mortgage, would net her approximately

gradually

soured

repayment, yet now

another ruse?" The troublemaker chimed in loudly, "Family ties

Brent.” The crowd's restlessness surged, their advance

a chair, commanding, "Stop arguing." Silence

debt and I intend to keep it." Raegan's striking presence, at odds with the local rusticity,

woman pressed, "We demand a

can't give you a date, yet I assure you, I'll hasten the process.” Privately, she knew the flat’s sale wouldn't

to suffice

troublemaker couldn't resist saying, "See?

fooled by a

hits the city." The calm was shattered once again by the rising

this troublemaker hadn't

him, "Has Brent indeed borrowed from you?” He asserted confidently, "Certainly."