Chapter 278 Elizabeth lifted her head and caught a fleeting glimpse of a figure in a gray hoodie.

The mysterious person moved with gentle grace, hurrying away in the opposite direction before vanishing from sight in moments.

The sudden movement startled her, causing her to miss a step and teeter precariously.

Elijahs firm grip caught her arm, pulling her back from the brink of falling.

His frown deepened.

Youre always so careless.

Elizabeth shot back with a glare that couldve melted steel.

If you hadnt startled me, do you think Id have tripped? Its perfectly normal for people to come here to pay their respects, you know.

Camille and Albin caught up to the pair.

Camille pointed ahead, her expression shifting.

WaitElizabeth, isnt that your moms grave? Who left the flowers there? Do you know anyone else whod visit her? Elizabeth followed Camilles outstretched finger.

Before her mothers tombstone, a fresh bouquet of champagne roses rested, their delicate petals catching the faint light.

Something stirred in her mind.

She spun around instinctively, but the gray-hooded figure was long gone.

In the distance, a sleek black car slid past the cemetery gates.

Her heart clenched with a curious unease, a fragment of familiarity clawing its way to the surface.

Could it be…? For a brief moment, she thought of Daxton.

Her thoughts wandered to her first year of collegethe rainy day shed missed her bus to Esterhall.

Annoyed and stranded, she had stepped out of the station, only to cross paths with him.

Without saying much, he had simply offered her a ride back.

But that was years ago.

Too many years.

Surely this was just a coincidence.

Gracie and Danna had always been well-loved.

It wasnt impossible for an old friend to drop by, was it? Brushing the thought away, Elizabeth spoke with practiced nonchalance.

one of my

wrinkled her nose, skepticism written all over

didnt look old friend

a blurry glimpse

snorted, crossing his

you know, hes just one of

probably some middle-aged guy losing a battle with

him a sidelong glance

is still leagues better than youplain from

Albins voice leaped an octave in

cold tone sliced through their

to argue, take it somewhere

glare, hastily pasting on a sheepish grin

Camille didnt push back, her expression softening with

Show some decorum, Albin.

This is a cemetery.

resist pulling a childish face

group approached

of the grave, bowing solemnly

been a long

emotion

visit once, shortly

the brink of divorce, this would likely be their final visit

turns bowing, each

Camilles sleeve, leaning

somewhere to

but he exaggerated

taking the cue, well scout ahead for a place to

and

Elizabeth nodded.

Okay.

She turned to Elijah.

should go with

the horizon, his gaze

The views high here.

out Esterhalls

Elizabeth

figures retreating down the path, leaving her alone before

steps, brushing off a fine

No card.

No note.

the quiet, Mom,

the hard way that love isnt some equation where effort

accept when to let go, even if it feels like giving

to

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