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."

to be hopeless romantics, but that

year. The look on his face spoke volumes. Shelly was loved and remembered by Dylan

guarded by solemn buildings and armed

were countless steps

Shelly was laid to rest. As she parked, someone respectfully opened Dylan's door.

didn't dare follow him and quickly agreed,

She couldn't meet his eyes, lowered her head

tense with nerves. He said nothing more

one of

RUMS

by the car and waited for about half an hour until

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