The cliff
She stood at the edge of the cliff — weary, heartbroken, and burdened with grief.
She no longer knew how to face the world.
In a moment of weakness, the thought of ending it all crossed her mind — to throw herself off and silence everything forever…
But suddenly, the ghost of her dead husband appeared before her, warning:
> “If you don’t find out who killed me… my soul will remain here, trapped forever.”
Mora stepped back slowly, then collapsed onto the muddy ground.
She broke down, and the words that had long filled her chest turned into curses begging for mercy.
> “George! Damn you! You left me… You chose to leave, and I’m here, suffering in silence. You promised me!”
Mora, in her thirties, was a woman of fierce temper and stubborn heart.
Cursing was her only language to make sense of the world’s cruelty.
But today… she was silent — exhausted, heavy with questions that had no answers.
She stared at the raging sea with empty eyes.
Her husband had been murdered — and beside him lay the lifeless body of another woman.
Whispers filled the air:
> “Did Lady Elizabeth Moore Collins know? Or was she part of it all?”
Mora — who had always cursed those who left —
now had to face the unknown… alone.
