Chapter 279
Loa was already walking toward the rows of headstones, her shoulders rigid, her steps measured and deliberate. I trailed behind, giving her space but staying close enough to catch her if she stumbled.
The afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting feng shadows across the grass, and somewhere in the distance, a crow called out, harsh and lonely.
Elena stopped in front of a simple granite headstone, her hand rising to cover her mouth.
I couldn’t see the inscription from where I stood, but I didn’t need to. I’d been here before, months ago, standing in the rain and staring at Josephine’s name carved into stone, wondering if Elena would ever forgive me for falling to save her mother.
I was about to step closer when movement caught my eye-a figure walking between the headstones several rows over, heading in our direction.
A woman, dressed entirely in black, a surgical mask covering the lower half of her face and a wide-brimmed hat pulled low over her eyes.
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