Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 853:

“Rachel…” Yvonne’s voice cracked as she called out, her heart skipping in her chest.

Allan’s voice followed, equally full of concern, but there was no answer. They began searching together, their eyes scanning every corner, every shadow, but there was no sign of her.

Fear quickly turned to panic, and they split up to search, calling her name desperately, hoping for a response.

Allan contacted every resource at his disposal, reaching out to his contacts and even reporting Rachel as missing to the authorities.

But as the sun dipped below the horizon, there was still no word.

Their phones remained silent, the calls unanswered.

Yvonne, frantic, contacted Natalia, who promised to enlist her father’s help. But still, the hours slipped by with no news.noveldrama

As each minute passed, the gnawing feeling in Yvonne’s chest deepened.

Regret and guilt filled her, and she couldn’t silence the growing voice in her mind. She should have known better. She should have never kept the truth from Rachel. Jeffrey had been Rachel’s entire world, and keeping his death a secret had shattered Rachel in ways Yvonne hadn’t anticipated.

Revealing the truth now seemed to have left Rachel hollow, as though all the life had drained from her.

Fear gripped Yvonne’s heart—she was terrified that Rachel, lost and broken, might do something irreversible.

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Standing alone in the cemetery, Yvonne felt the light rain beginning to fall, its droplets cold on her skin. But it was the fear coursing through her veins that made her shiver.

Natalia, her face pale with fear, rushed over to Yvonne and wrapped her arms around her tightly. “Yvonne, what are we going to do? I’m terrified Rachel might—”

Yvonne quickly cut her off, her voice quivering as she spoke, trying to steady herself. “No, she won’t do anything reckless. She’s strong.”

“Yes, we have to trust her,” Natalia whispered, her voice small yet resolute.

She pulled away from Yvonne and, with a deep breath, said, “I’ll call my dad again, ask him to send more people. We need all the help we can get.”

After a pause, she added with hesitation, “Yvonne, I think we should inform Brian. Maybe he can help.”

Yvonne remained silent, her thoughts clouded by the weight of the moment.

Natalia pressed on, her voice softer but insistent, “The more people searching, the better. We can’t afford to be shorthanded.”

Yvonne nodded slowly, her eyes reflecting a mixture of exhaustion and resolve. “You’re right. Do it.”

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