The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1459

Alex watched him for a moment.

Then he spoke.

"Come here."

Alex reached out his hand, his tone perfectly level. "Sit next to me."

Danielle's heart did a nervous flip, but she didn't interfere.

She knew Alex wasn't going to pressure the boy. He just needed answers. He needed to pull the splinter out of his mind to see things clearly.

Raffy hesitated for a split second before unbuckling his seatbelt.

His tiny frame awkwardly shuffled across the backseat, carefully taking the spot next to Alex. He kept his head down, his small hands anxiously gripping the hem of his wet shirt.

Seeing the boy's soaked hair, Alex felt a pang of sympathy.

This child was too sensible—so sensible it hurt.

Whenever something went wrong, his first reaction wasn't to cry or seek comfort, but to feel guilty, withdraw, and worry about causing trouble for the adults.

He reached out, pulling off his own half-damp jacket.

He draped it gently over Raffy's shoulders, cocooning the boy's small shivering frame, before asking softly, "You said earlier that Harold Chapman brought you here, right?"

Raffy nodded. "Yeah."

"When was this?" Alex's pace was slow, measured. "Do you remember? Was it a long time ago, or recently?"

"A long... a long time ago," Raffy recalled in a small voice. "Back then, he hadn't left yet."

Sitting in the front, Danielle felt a sharp squeeze in her chest.

That would mean it was before Harold Chapman had completely disappeared from the grid.

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