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Apparently, Author Henry Mills was far more connected to the neighborhood than he initially thought. It had been a hunch that led him to the Hyperion Heights Cemetery. It was upon seeing the names of his wife and daughter, however, that he broke down. He had loved Lauren and Abigail so much. They had been his biggest cheerleaders as a writer. He could remember going out to celebrate with them, the night after his book was released. It was the worst night of his life, the last night of their lives. Another sob burst from his throat. He couldn't tell Lucy, mustn' t tell Lucy. Her heart would surely break.