Now, having traveled hundreds of miles to visit her son\u2019s grave, Brenda carried the weight of grief that words couldn\u2019t convey. As she stepped off the metro in the city where Chris had lived and died, she was startled to see a familiar face in the crowd\u2014her daughter-in-law, Harper. Brenda had planned to meet Harper after visiting the cemetery and decided to surprise her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHarper! Harper, wait!\u201d Brenda called, gently tapping the young woman\u2019s shoulder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m not Harper. You\u2019ve got the wrong person, lady!\u201d the woman snapped, brushing Brenda\u2019s hand away and hurrying off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Brenda was bewildered. That was Harper,<\/em> she thought. The woman had the same eyes, the same hair, and the same voice. But before she could pursue her, Harper had disappeared into the crowd. Shaken, Brenda hailed a cab to the cemetery, the strange encounter haunting her thoughts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When she arrived at the cemetery, the silence was almost suffocating as Brenda searched the rows of graves for Christopher\u2019s resting place. Overwhelmed with emotion, she broke down in tears as she ran her trembling hands over his tombstone. But then, something caught her eye\u2014an inscription on the grave next to his.<\/p>\n\n\n\n To her horror, the headstone read:<\/p>\n\n\n\n In Loving Memory of Harper S.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n January 8, 1995 \u2013 December 3, 2020<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Forever cherished, forever missed. Rest in peace.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Brenda gasped in disbelief. Harper had died just a week ago, and no one had told her. A haunting question gripped her mind: If Harper is dead, then who was the woman at the subway?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Disturbed by the discovery, Brenda sought answers from the cemetery groundskeeper. She found him nearby, raking leaves, and asked if he could tell her about Harper\u2019s funeral.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The man took a drag from his cigarette and sighed. \u201cHer funeral was last week. It was strange\u2014there were no mourners, just the funeral service workers. They brought the coffin, buried it, put up a simple headstone, and left. It wasn\u2019t much of a funeral.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHas anyone visited her grave since?\u201d Brenda asked, her concern deepening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNot that I\u2019ve seen,\u201d he replied. \u201cI\u2019m here all day and live on the grounds. I haven\u2019t seen anyone visit her grave.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nothing made sense. Brenda left the cemetery, her mind spinning with questions. Desperate to unravel the mystery, she decided to visit Jake, Christopher\u2019s best friend and business partner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Jake seemed uneasy when he opened the door to find Brenda standing on his doorstep. He invited her in, but Brenda quickly noticed the luggage in the living room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019m leaving the state, Mrs. Sutton,\u201d Jake said, his face etched with worry. \u201cIt\u2019s been a rough year since Chris passed. The company went bankrupt, so I\u2019ve decided to move far away from all this mess.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHow could the company be bankrupt, Jake?\u201d Brenda asked, suspicion creeping into her voice. \u201cAnd why didn\u2019t anyone tell me about Harper? I saw her headstone next to Chris\u2019s grave. What happened to her?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Jake hesitated before responding. \u201cMrs. Sutton, I didn\u2019t want to burden you. After Chris\u2019s death, you were so devastated. When I heard you were spending a year in a clinic, I was afraid the news about the company and Harper would worsen your condition.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Brenda\u2019s heart pounded as she pressed him for more. \u201cWhat did Harper do, Jake? I need to know everything.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Taking a deep breath, Jake explained, \u201cHarper inherited the company after Chris\u2019s death, but she didn\u2019t want to manage it because she didn\u2019t know much about the business. So, by mutual agreement, I took over. But things went downhill after Chris died. We were on the brink of bankruptcy, and Harper suggested taking out loans to save the company.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Brenda\u2019s suspicions deepened. \u201cBut you said she didn\u2019t want any involvement in the business?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWe were desperate,\u201d Jake replied. \u201cBut a week ago, Harper withdrew the five million dollar loan and disappeared. The police started looking for her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Brenda was shocked. \u201cHarper stole the loan money?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Jake nodded. \u201cBut she paid the price. The police found her car crashed and burned near the woods. They recovered a body, charred beyond recognition, but identified by Harper\u2019s gold pendant. The case was closed as an accidental death.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Brenda\u2019s mind reeled. None of this made sense. \u201cBut the groundskeeper said no one attended her funeral,\u201d she said, her suspicions of Jake growing stronger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Jake\u2019s anxiety and sudden decision to leave the city only fueled her doubts. Something was very wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cJake, when is your flight?\u201d Brenda asked, formulating a plan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cEarly tomorrow morning\u20266 a.m.,\u201d he replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDo you mind if I stay here tonight? I\u2019m not comfortable staying in a hotel alone,\u201d Brenda asked, hoping to buy some time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Reluctantly, Jake agreed and showed her to the guest room. Brenda waited until Jake\u2019s bedroom lights went out before sneaking into the living room to search his luggage. Her hands trembled as she rummaged through his belongings, fearing what she might find.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her worst suspicions were confirmed when she discovered two fake passports hidden in a secret compartment. One featured a photo of Harper, but under a different name\u2014Sarah. The other passport bore Jake\u2019s photo, also with a different name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n What are they up to?<\/em> Brenda wondered, her heart pounding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She also found two plane tickets to London, booked under the fake names. Realizing the gravity of the situation, Brenda knew she had to act fast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She quickly put everything back in place and hurried to a nearby pharmacy, returning with sleeping tablets. 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