The Wrong Woman

Dark clouds shrouded the rising sun, and mist spread across the landscape. Sienna stood halfway up the hill of Memorial Heights, clutching a bouquet. Her gaze was full of sorrow as she looked at Shelly's photo on the tombstone.

For the past year, she had been traveling and working. It had been too long since she visited Shelly's grave.

"Mom, I came back yesterday. I visited Felix. He's doing great in the prison, behaving well, and even had his sentence reduced."

Sienna moved closer, placing the flowers near the headstone. She sat next to it, leaning against Shelly's grave. Gazing at the distant mountains, she appreciated the serene, beautiful surroundings. "It's peaceful and lovely here," she murmured with a faint smile.

"Mom, living here isn't bad at all. At least it's away from the noise and worries. It's peaceful here, and we can enjoy mountains, scenery, and moonlight.

"I have another important reason for coming back this time. I want to find Jane." Sienna's tone grew heavy, her mood somber.

can't reach her. Do you think Jane could've been the one who stole my manuscript?" Naturally, Shelly

my laptop. The plagiarized parts are exactly what I had saved before leaving the town. Everything I wrote

do such a thing. I

one more thing. I saw him."

He clearly despised my background and thought I wasn't good enough for him, yet he's acting like he

one else in the world with whom she felt

visited her old apartment, only

corner store. But time had changed everything; the store was gone

back. She recalled Shelly being busy restocking shelves while Felix lazily played games at the

Sienna moved on, dragging her suitcase through

bus, leaning against the window to watch the