“Carla Albrighton, well you could say she was special, one of a kind almost. She had this ability which made you love her and despise her both at the same time. Any feeling of hatred however, was based on jealousy. Carla Albrighton died at a young age. She was the woman my brother was meant to be with, to spend his life with. Carla – wherever you may be, please know we miss you.”
Oliver doesn’t really know what he can do with himself anymore.
The neighbors are approaching the house with a homemade lasagna, which he finds strange, considering they wasn’t even related to Carla in anyway. Then again, they were probably the closest family she had, he figured most people who lived in their small town had knew that for a while.
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