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."

graves before looking back down again. "I...I, um, I just came to say goodbye, and thank you. Thank you for saving me and my son's lives

took a long pause while succumbing to the will of her memories of her bathroom back on that February night. Right then,

I've been trying these past few months to do the same myself. But I figure it wasn't in the books for me to do. I feel like sometimes I'm the one that needs to be in an asylum. I can hardly sleep, eat or even think straight. But I guess that's to be expected. Sometimes, I ask myself if it all really happened. Did we really see what

to help myself. And that's all I have to say. I'm sorry that it took so long for me to come here." She uttered with a stiff

you, Cloyse." She then looked up at the cloudy