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.

my moms

her nose, skepticism written

look old friend old

dashing! From a blurry glimpse of

snorted, crossing his

know, hes just one of

around, and hes probably some middle-aged guy losing a battle with

a sidelong glance of pure

leagues better

voice leaped an octave

cold tone sliced through their squabble like a

to argue,

Elijahs glare, hastily pasting

back, her expression softening

Show some decorum, Albin.

This is a cemetery.

retort, though he couldnt resist pulling a childish

approached Dannas

set down a bouquet in front of the grave, bowing solemnly to the

been a

wave of emotion swept through

only accompanied her to visit

this

their turns bowing, each

they straightened, Albin tugged Camilles sleeve, leaning in to whisper,

somewhere

gave him an exasperated look, but he exaggerated a

Camille said, taking the cue, well scout ahead for

and talk to

Elizabeth nodded.

Okay.

She turned to Elijah.

go

glanced toward the horizon, his

The views high here.

Esterhalls

Elizabeth let

figures retreating down the path,

steps, brushing off a fine layer of dust

No card.

No note.

her knees, Elizabeth whispered into the quiet, Mom, Im

love isnt some equation where

to accept when to let go, even

to only

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