Three years had passed since that fateful day when Mark and his lover, Cynthia, thought they had flawlessly executed their plan. With Laura presumed dead, her substantial fortune fell into Mark’s hands, and he and Cynthia lived a life of luxury. The two of them had moved into a sprawling estate, taking trips around the world, and indulging in all the pleasures money could buy. But beneath the surface of their extravagant life, shadows lingered.
Mark often found himself haunted by his memories of Laura. He could still hear her laughter mingling with the cries of the seagulls, and sometimes, late at night, he could swear he heard her voice carried by the wind. Cynthia noticed his unease but dismissed it as guilt that would fade over time. After all, they had gotten away with it. Or so they thought.
