Love is meant to be a sanctuary – a place of trust, safety, and devotion. But for HANNAH CORBRIDGE, love was not a refuge. It was a death sentence.
She was five months pregnant, her future shimmering with possibility. But on one fateful night, the hands that once caressed her face in love became the hands that stole her last breath. The man she trusted the most turned into her worst nightmare.
Her cries never truly faded. The land where she fell – where her blood seeped into the earth – refused to forget. Some say her spirit still roams, searching for justice that will never come. And as for her killer? He would face the ultimate punishment, but as for the home he had shared with his mother – it would later be reduced to rubble… but it did not stay buried.
A bridge would be repaired from the stones of his house. And when the storm clouds gather… when the heavens weep… the stones bleed. Red as the life he took. Red as the love he destroyed.
In this story, we uncover the truth behind the legend. Who was she? Why did she die? And why does she refuse to rest?
