Chapter 1050

An idea formed—she would place her parents’ remains alongside Laura’s, reuniting them as the family they once were. Steeling herself with a steadying breath, she gingerly lifted the lid of the first urn. Her body turned to stone as she stared at what lay inside—or rather, what didn’t.

The urn contained nothing but hollow space!

Shock paralyzed Sadie as her heart stuttered painfully in her chest. How was this possible?

Desperate for answers, she frantically unsealed the second urn. This one, too, held only emptiness!

These were undoubtedly the very urns she and Noah had recovered from Evergreen Cemetery’s back hill—the exact location Sharon had identified as her parents’ resting place. What had become of her parents’ remains?

Sharon had explicitly claimed she personally interred Sadie’s parents’ ashes at Evergreen Cemetery following their deaths. What went wrong?

Could it be…

A daring hypothesis suddenly blazed across Sadie’s consciousness. Was it conceivable that her parents were still alive?

The possibility, once conceived, erupted into a wildfire of hope that consumed her entire being. A tidal wave of exhilaration crashed through her body, nearly buckling her knees with its intensity.

With single-minded purpose, Sadie yanked her phone from her pocket, her quivering fingers fumbling as they punched in Samuel’s number.

Samuel answered on the first ring.

“Samuel!”

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Excitement threaded through her trembling voice. “Bring Sharon to Pearlhall Apartments immediately! There’s something crucial I need to ask her!”

Despite his confusion, Samuel recognized the raw urgency and steely resolve in her tone. “Understood, Ms. Hudson. I’ll make the arrangements at once!”

Half an hour later, a soft rap echoed against the door of the apartment. Samuel materialized at the threshold, Sharon’s anxious figure hovering behind him.

Sadie rushed forward without hesitation. “Sharon, I need to know—did the police definitively confirm those two burned bodies actually belonged to my parents?”

She searched Sharon’s face, her gaze brimming with fragile, desperate hope.

What if those long-ago identifications had been incorrect?

The possibility, once unleashed in her mind, refused to be silenced, growing louder with each passing second.

Sharon recoiled slightly, blindsided by the unexpected inquiry. Confusion etched lines across her weathered face as she struggled to comprehend why Sadie would ask such a question.

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