Then came the postcards. They arrived one after another, each postmarked from a different corner of the world. Each card bore a simple message: “I remember.” The handwriting was unmistakably Laura’s. Mark’s hands shook as he held the cards, and Cynthia’s façade of calm shattered. Someone was toying with them, and the fear of exposure loomed large.

Desperate for an explanation, Mark hired a private investigator, hoping to unearth a logical explanation for the haunting reminders of Laura. But what the investigator uncovered was more chilling than any specter. Laura had survived. Rescued by a passing fishing vessel, she had chosen to disappear, to let Mark and Cynthia believe she had drowned.