Recently, my two grandkids and I went to the beach to have fun, as usual. “GRANDMA, LOOK, THAT’S OUR MOM AND DAD!” my grandsons shouted, pointing toward a young couple sitting at a café nearby.

My daughter and son-in-law had died two years ago. When I looked at the couple, I nearly fainted, for I immediately recognized my daughter. The man looked different but still bore a striking resemblance…

Georgia and her two grandchildren were spending some time at the beach. Ever since the little ones lost their mom and dad, it was Georgia who took care of them. She did all in her power to fulfill their every wish in order to ease their pain and diminish the grief that had settled in their tiny hearts.

But that trip wasn’t a random one. A week prior, Georgia received an anonymous letter that read, “They are not really gone.” She had no idea what those words meant. Was someone pulling pranks on her? They couldn’t be possibly talking about her daughter Monica and her husband Peter. Georgia organized their funeral, although she wasn’t allowed to see their bodies after the fatal crash.

A feeling of unease affected her days. “Was there more to the story,” she could stop wondering.

At that moment, Georgia remembered that her daughter’s credit card was still active, so she called the bank to see if any transactions had been made during the two years Monica was dead.

To her surprise, the bank informed her that a virtual card linked to the account had been used. It had been activated just a week before Monica’s death. With a mix of dread and curiosity, Georgia decided to investigate further.

Georgia was able to locate the place where the last transaction had been made. It was a peaceful beach not far from where they lived.