Coming to the GRAVE of her fiancé, the pregnant orphan found a strange phone, turning it on, she LOST CONSCIOUSNESS…

Olivia sat with her head bowed. Her mind was empty, only her chest hurt terribly. Finally, she managed to lift her eyes.

— Do you know where he’s buried? — Yes. I went to the funeral from the factory. I’ll tell you everything now and even draw how to find the grave.

Are you going to his relatives? Olivia shook her head. — I don’t know. Probably not.

Why? The woman sighed again and took a sheet of paper. Olivia slowly walked through the cemetery. A light rain started.

She was terribly tired but stubbornly moved to where Andrew was waiting for her. She knew for sure that he was waiting for her. She needed to talk, say goodbye, ask for forgiveness.

After all, it was only because of her that he went to prepare his relatives for meeting her. She only thought about herself. Wanted to shield herself from negativity, and this is what happened.

The rain got heavier, and Olivia felt herself starting to shiver. Most likely, she’d get sick. The thought of a possible cold didn’t touch her at all.

Finally, she saw what she was looking for. As the colleague from accounting said, it was impossible to miss. First, the grave was relatively fresh.

And it was barely visible because of the flowers. Second, next to it stood an old crypt. Probably, that’s what this strange stone structure was called.

Apparently, Andrew’s ancestors and family were buried there once, but that was long ago. No one tended to such burials anymore, but the crypt was maintained so it wouldn’t fall apart. On the large cross hung a photo of her Andrew….

— Hello, my love. Here we are, meeting again. Olivia weakly fell to her knees in front of the grave and sobbed.

She didn’t know how long she cried. She came to from the tears completely weak. She was shaking from the cold.

Plus, she was hungry, but for some reason, she didn’t think that could happen. — I need to go, find some hotel. The young woman started searching her pockets, but the phone was nowhere.

She sighed, closed her eyes. No strength left at all. In the sky, something tore with a loud crack.

And if before it was just rain, now a real downpour poured. She rushed to the door of the crypt, pulled it, and it opened with a creak. — Forgive me, please forgive me, I’ll just warm up a bit.

She sat right on the ground. Left the door ajar for some light; the place was creepy. In the complete silence, something vibrated nearby, growled.

Olivia jerked and looked around scared. On the ground, a beautiful and definitely expensive phone was spinning. She picked it up.

Memories of some shows where the deceased called the living immediately came to mind. — Hello. Her voice sounded hoarse…