Later that night, I found receipts for a rental car Elizabeth had used, which puzzled me. I contacted her friend Sarah, who revealed that Elizabeth had rented a car for a surprise trip. When I dug deeper, I discovered her sister Karen had returned the rental car.
Suspicious, I went to the police, who reopened the investigation. They soon uncovered that the car’s brakes had been tampered with. Karen had orchestrated the accident for financial gain, taking out a life insurance policy in Elizabeth’s name, forging her signature, and naming herself the sole beneficiary.
The truth was chilling—Elizabeth’s death wasn’t an accident but a cold, calculated murder. Karen had been driven by greed and desperation to pay off debts. She was arrested and sentenced to life in prison.
Though it didn’t bring Elizabeth back, knowing the truth brought me some closure. Weeks later, I returned to her grave and whispered, “You can rest now.” As I turned to leave, a butterfly landed on her headstone, and I knew it was Elizabeth, finally at peace. I never saw the fortune-teller again, but her words led me to the painful truth that had to be uncovered.
