The FuneralThe invitation is anonymous. It doesn't say whose funeral I must attend. I don't want to go. But I have no choice if I want to keep my terrible secret safe As we gather by the graveside, I don't recognise anyone. I want to run, but the words on the invitation keep me frozen in place. I can't leave without discovering who sent it. And why. And then I see the name on the gravestone: Alice Anderson. My blood turns to ice. That's my name. I haven't used
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