Chapter 671

The moment I called him “Uncle,” his face crumpled, and He just lost it-tears streaming down his cheeks as he broke down right in front of me.

“He always said Narelle looked like her aunt. Now I see why you and Narelle resemble each other so much,” Mrs. Yule said, stepping out of the kitchen with watery eyes. She came over, gripping my hand like she wasn’t planning to let go.

I pulled them both into a hug. From now on, it’d be the three of us.

That was also when I learned their names: Damien and Abby.

I brought them to my parents’ gravesite. Someone-probably Matthew or his family-had left a bouquet of fresh flowers there. The irony wasn’t lost on me. They were the reason my parents were gone, and now they wanted to play the remorse card with flowers? Like that could erase what they did.

My parents wouldn’t forgive them. How could they? They lost everything-their lives, their chance to see me grow up.