The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

There was a steady, tepid rain that sprinkled down upon the cemetery which Lynnette and only Lynnette inhabited. A very distant rumble of thunder rolled by behind her as she stood with her umbrella held above her head while staring down at Linus Bruin's headstone that was littered with various police medals.

She could have stood there all day long. She was surprised at how steady her legs were. Upon her arrival she thought she would be a gushing mess, but all the young lady could do was stand and soak in the serene surrounding, along with the humid summertime air.

Swallowing as hard as she could, Lynnette opened her mouth and said, "I hate coming to these places, especially after all that I've been through. But I thought that it would be appropriate at this time."

"I...I, um, I just came to say

of her memories of her bathroom back on that February night. Right then, her knees started to buckle, and right on time

Wiping her eyes and sniffing, Lynnette continued, "I swore to myself that I wasn't going to cry...but here I am." She then knelt down to one knee. "You and I saw something that we wished to God we hadn't. I'm so very sorry that it swallowed you up enough to make you want to leave this world permanently. Truth be told, I've been trying these past few months to do the same myself.

for me to help myself. And that's all I have to say. I'm sorry that it

"Thank you, Cloyse." She then looked up