In a forgotten corner of the world, on the oldest path of the cemetery, a little boy sat motionless beside a stone cross. His name was Ray Davidson, and he was only six years old. His tiny fingers clutched a wilted bouquet of flowers, and his cheeks were stained with tears and dust.
And the boy, with a trembling voice, repeated the same words for hours:
— “She’s not dead… Mommy’s not dead… She promised she wouldn’t leave me alone…”
Until Steven Lawson, an old millionaire, stopped. “What did you say?” Steven asked.
Ray looked up at him with big, wet, stubborn eyes.
— “She told me in a dream not to believe what people say… that… she didn’t fall asleep at the wheel… Someone lied!”
“If you’re here, the truth matters. She’s alive. To find her, you must abandon everything you believe. Follow me. — V.”
Steven closed his eyes. The face of his missing friend came back to him. The words spoken years ago: “If I die, don’t believe anything. Keep searching to the end.”
He leaned down, took Ray’s hand and whispered:
“We’ll find her, child. I swear.”
And so, under the cold light of the moon, among the gravestones of a cemetery that held more secrets than an entire city could bear, a man and a child set off in search of a woman everyone believed to be dead…
But the truth… was just beginning to surface.