Brian closed his eyes.The memories of the last three years were too painful.He remembered seeing his infant child Fey,and his French wife Anne Marie for the last time.Well,he was almost sure that Fey was alive,and yet,as he looked out over the sunset,he couldn't help thinking that Anne Marie was dead.When he went to visit her grave,he couldn't push the thought out of his head that she wasn't under the ground,lying in a casket.
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