Chapter 46
Kody stood in disbelief at the chaotic scene laid out before him. What was once a beautiful grave now lay in shambles.
The tombstone was toppled, and the urn had been unearthed. Ashes were scattered across the ground, their presence unsettlingly illuminated by the sunlight. It was beyond his imagination that human cruelty could reach such depths.
Janice slowly crouched down and carefully gathered the scattered ashes with trembling hands. Each movement was tender and deliberate, as though she were cradling a priceless treasure.
Kody stood next to her, observing her pale complexion and teary eyes. An overwhelming sense of compassion surged within him. He crouched down, eager to offer support, but Janice gracefully sidestepped his gesture.
“I’ll handle it myself.” Her voice was gentle yet carried an unmistakable conviction.
He quietly stepped aside and looked at her, knowing that no words could comfort her.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, it cast a slender silhouette of the two figures. Janice meticulously gathered all the ashes and placed them in a new
“Let’s go.” She stood up.
Kody stopped her and gestured to the fallen portrait resting on the tombstone. “Hold on. Aren’t you going to take this with you?”
As Janice gazed at the portrait, her eyes filled with tears once more. The woman in the picture resembled her but had a gentler, kinder smile.
“No. I
I’ll come back again to retrieve it.”
Kody remained silent, simply trailing behind her as they exited the cemetery together. He asked, “Where should we go
“Let’s find a spot to bury her,” Janice replied gently, though she sounded weary.
Dext?
Without saying a word, Kody started the car and headed toward the suburbs. They eventually stopped on a hillside adorned with vibrant wildflowers.
“What do you think of this place?” he asked.
Janice surveyed her surroundings, captivated by the wildflowers adorning the hill in vibrant full bloom. A delicate floral scent filled the air, creating a calming atmosphere.
“This is the perfect spot,”
Kody stepped out of the car and retrieved a shovel from the trunk. He began to dig
Janice stood by, observing him in silence. The soft light of the setting sun illuminated his chiseled features, highlighting the tenderness in his eyes. She put the urn in the dug pit, and Kody covered it with soil, creating a small grave. Janice then placed wildflowers in front of the grave. She silently thought, “Rest in peace, Mom. I’ll live well.”
Kody stood behind her, his gaze fixed on her fragile frame, feeling complicated. He recognized that Janice’s outward resilience was merely a mask, concealing the profound pain she must be enduring deep inside.
“Let’s go,” Janice said.
The ringing of a phone abruptly shattered the serene atmosphere on the hillside. Kody pulled out his phone, immediately frowning as he glanced at the caller ID. It was Malcolm calling
