"Rebecca, you're awake?
"There's breakfast on the table for you. Make sure to eat well for the baby's sake."
As Max spoke, his cold demeanor softened, replaced by tenderness.
Even the assistant couldn't resist teasing.
"Wow, Max, you're really devoted to your wife! Preparing breakfast yourself!"
I stood there, stunned.
Just three years had passed, and Max and Rebecca now had a child together.
One was my former fiancé, the other my murderer.
It was all so absurd.
Max ended the call with a smile and turned his attention back to the bones.
He carefully picked up a tiny bone from along my spine with tweezers.
His stern face showed a trace of sadness as he concluded.
"She was pregnant at the time of her death, with the fetus around three months old.
"It looks like the fetus was… surgically removed before being buried in the concrete pillar with her."
Yes, that was our child.
I wanted to reach out and touch that tiny bone.
Unfortunately, my spirit couldn't make contact with it
I still remember the joy I felt three years ago when I found out I was pregnant.
In the blurry ultrasound, I saw the beating heart.
So small, yet so strong.
I wanted to share the news with Max.
But at that time, we were in a standoff, and he blocked all my contact information.
I thought I'd wait a bit longer to tell him.
Little did I know that waiting would result in me becoming nothing but a pile of bones.
My poor baby never even got a chance to see the world.
Thinking about this, my spirit began to tremble with sadness.
"The identity of the deceased is unknown, and the facial reconstruction isn't possible from the skull. Let's send it for further testing and wait for the results."
Max said as he took off his protective gear and prepared to leave.
My spirit rushed in front of him, waving my arms, trying to get him to look at my left shoulder.
There was a bone pin there, left from the accident years ago when I tried to save Max.
If only he had noticed it, he might have discovered my identity.
But he couldn't hear my cries.
As Max was about to step out the door, he suddenly asked, "Lewis, how long has Violet Lyons been on the run?"
Lewis thought for a moment and tapped his head, saying, "As of today, it's been exactly three years."
He then looked puzzled and asked, "Max, why do you ask about her all of a sudden?