Chapter 113

"Are you heading over to see someone?" Clara inquired, noting the absence of

the usual file on his knee during the car ride. Today, Dylan seemed off, like he was carrying a heavy burden.

"Yeah," he replied curtly.

Picking up on his somber mood, Clara decided to keep her questions to herself, afraid to probe further. But after about ten minutes, Dylan unexpectedly broke the silence.

"Why'd you stop asking questions?"

His words felt like a sword hanging by a thread above her, threatening to fall. Clara swallowed nervously. "Is it someone important?"

"Very," he nodded, resting his chin on his hand and staring out the window. "When she left, I was shattered."

uneasy around Dylan, Clara had to admit he was quite the romantic. People often said that only the rich could afford to be hopeless romantics, but that wasn't entirely

ago, and he still came to honor her every year. The look on his face spoke volumes. Shelly was loved

Cemetery, a place guarded by solemn buildings and armed personnel. Someone must've recognized the

were countless steps

opened Dylan's door. He appeared weary as he sat in his wheelchair,

dare follow him and quickly agreed, "Okay,

heavy and complex. She couldn't meet his eyes,

tense with nerves. He said nothing

one of

RUMS

he was out of sight, Clara let out a deep breath. She stood by the car and waited for about half an hour until another vehicle pulled

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