“I’m not Harper. You’ve got me wrong, lady!” Brenda runs into a woman resembling her late son’s wife. She visits her son’s grave at the cemetery, but things get more complicated when she stumbles upon her daughter-in-law’s tomb nearby. Brenda meets her son’s best friend, Jake, for answers. But when he acts suspiciously, Brenda devises a plan to unravel the mystery.

“My precious boy…I’m finally coming to see you, sweetheart,” 60-year-old Brenda tearfully whispered, holding her late son Christopher’s framed photo close to her heart.

Robbed of her only child’s presence, Brenda’s every waking moment was haunted by memories of her beloved son, who had died in a tragic accident a year ago.

Bearing the weight of grief that no words can express, Brenda prepared to get off at the metro station in the new city. The bereaved mother had traveled hundreds of miles all alone to visit her son’s grave that day…

Christopher was only 27 when fate snatched him away, leaving Brenda to face an endless abyss of grief. When he was gone, Brenda’s world was shrouded in darkness, and her health started to give in.

She was rushed to the hospital for rigorous treatment and therapy. And after spending 12 agonizing months in the clinic, Brenda arrived at the city where Christopher had lived, died, and was laid to rest.

Snapping away her tears, Brenda got off the subway car and stepped onto the platform. A small flower kiosk nestled within the bustling railway station drew her attention.

Deciding to get flowers for Christopher’s grave, Brenda approached the stall and selected a bouquet of white roses.

“Thanks, dear! Please keep the change!” Brenda smiled as she took a bouquet of flowers.

As Brenda made her way to the exit, a familiar face emerged from the crowd, prompting her to stop in her tracks. It was a young woman who looked a lot like her widowed daughter-in-law, Harper, who Brenda had planned to meet after visiting the cemetery.

Brenda looked closely and was convinced it was indeed her daughter-in-law, who was heading somewhere from the metro station. So she hurried after the young woman to surprise her.

“Harper! Harper, dear…hold on…it’s me, Brenda!” Brenda walked as fast as she could, waving her hand. “Harper? Wait a second!” She patted the woman’s shoulder from behind and panted.

The young lady stopped and turned around with a start. “Harper? I’m not Harper. You’ve got me wrong, lady!” She arrogantly dismissed and yanked Brenda’s hand.

“You’re not Harper? But how’s that possible? You look just like my son’s wife,” Brenda was quite disheartened.

“Cut it, lady. I’m not Harper. I’ve got to go…” the woman rudely dismissed Brenda. Before Brenda could fathom what was going on, the lady turned around and hurried out of her sight.

That’s strange! Brenda thought. My eyes couldn’t be deceiving me. She is Harper! She has the same eyes…same hair color…and voice.

“Hey, there! Hold on…Harper! We need to talk…”

But by then, the lady had already slipped away in the crowd, and Brenda could not catch up with her. With a deep sigh, Brenda approached a taxi stand outside the station and hailed a cab to the cemetery.

“Does she really hate me that much?” Brenda wondered as she settled in the backseat. “Why is Harper avoiding me…and pretending not to know me at all? What did I do to her?” She was haunted by the encounter at the subway throughout her ride.