She isn’t buried here. This grave belongs to another woman. They simply placed her name over it.

He slowly laid his hand on the stone, trying to understand what was truly happening.

If this isn’t her grave… If someone else is buried here… then where is his fiancée? And why would someone replace her burial site?

He stood motionless as the wind rustled through the grass.

Now he knew one thing: he had never been told the full truth about her death. And perhaps the reason he spent all those years in prison was tied directly to this.