"What's the matter?" Dorian Howards looked at his wife's unpredictable expression beside him, and couldn't help but follow her gaze, understanding somewhat what she was pondering at the moment. "It's been so many years already. If we hadn't done it back then, Kyle would have died."
"I know." Alice Conley said dejectedly, "I just find it unfair for Mabel. Look at your cousin, how proud she is now. In the entire Falling City, everyone only knows Francine Howards. Who even knows Mabel Quinn? It's as if Mabel... never existed!"
Even those who knew Mabel back in the day are tight-lipped in front of Kyle, no longer mentioning anything about her. Alice Conley knew it was inevitable, yet... every time she thought of Mabel, an inexplicable sorrow filled her heart.
What does Mabel count for? What does her death count for?!
In the end, even the imprints of her existence are to be erased!
