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The storm last night messed up his yard quite a bit. Bellamie sighs heavily. She's got a shovel ready in her hands to clear the path from the snow piles and broken branches. The morning air is surprisingly clear. The shining sun provides some warmth, even if it's just a little. At least it's not as cold as the days before.

The line of black cars, which reminds Bellamie of the first time she was forced into one, is still there. Covered in snow at the front and on the roof. If she hadn't insisted that everyone come inside last night, what would be inside those cars now? Frozen bodies? Seriously. Bellamie has been avoiding conflicts and new problems in her life. She's had enough with all the realities she's facing now.

All she wants is to live peacefully with her daughter. Bellamie doesn't even know how she feels about Xavier now. Maybe her deepest desire, even if her husband is dead... yes, she wants to visit his grave. That's it.

And why did she allow her husband's killer to enter her
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