Imagine if: The funeral was a sea of sympathetic touches. Hands on her shoulders, soft voices murmuring about "the greatest love story our town ever saw." To the people of Oakhaven, Elias and Clara were a landmark. They were the couple you pointed to when you wanted to believe that devotion.

Mc Luu: Imagine if: The funeral was a sea of sympathetic touches. Hands on her shoulders, soft voices murmuring about "the greatest love story our town ever saw." To the people of Oakhaven, Elias and Clara were a landmark. They were the couple you pointed to when you wanted to believe that devotion.

Mc Luu: The air in the basement was cool and smelled of vinegar and salt. Clara returned to the crate, her fingers trembling as she dug past the monochrome ghosts of her own indifference. She reached the very bottom. There, tucked inside a small, black envelope, was a single Polaroid. I.