A man's voice, thick with a German accent, answered irritably.
Rose was on edge, her German accented with a frantic undertone as she barraged him with questions.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before a voice came back, "Indeed, someone dug up the wrong grave. They realized the mistake and filled it back up."
What the cemetery's administration didn't mention was the little detail of the apology fee.
A sum of a thousand euros had been transferred to his account.
Rose felt a buzzing in her ears; she couldn't believe what she was hearing. She hung up the phone, her eyes wide with disbelief as she turned to Rosalynn, "What the hell? Don’t you know show some respect for the dead? My mother, she'll never rest in peace because of this!"d2
"Rest in peace?" Rosalynn's face suddenly turned ice-cold. "If souls do exist, then Yvette's would have been dragged down to the fiery pits, tormented day and night. You think she's resting?"
"No, that can't be true!" Rose shouted back, her voice filled with a fiery mix of defiance and desperation. The mask of the innocent girl she had worn was gone; her true self was emerging.
Without another word, Rosalynn tossed the photocopies of the diary at Rose.
Pages fluttered like autumn leaves in a whirlwind, one of the sharp corners nicking Rose's cheek as she reflexively caught a sheet.
By some cruel twist of fate, it was the very page detailing how Yvette, pregnant at the time, had killed the private investigator.
As Rose gripped the paper, her hands trembled violently.
"How many people did she hurt? You think she's innocent?" Rosalynn scoffed.
"Where did you get this? Where is this from?" Rose demanded, recognizing her mother's handwriting on the A4 sheet.
Rosalynn was taken aback – had Rose never laid eyes on this diary?
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