"Grace, my condolences. Your grandmother would want you to be happy," Ivy said, her eyes red.
"I know."
Grace managed a small smile. "You should go home. I'd like to be alone for a little while."
"But…"
"It's okay, Damien is here."
Ivy glanced at Damien, nodded, and walked away, looking back every few steps.
Soon, only the two of them remained in the cemetery.
The rain fell harder.
It felt as if nothing else existed in the world but this small tombstone.
Grace crouched down, her hand tracing the cold photograph on the headstone.
"Grandma," she murmured softly, "no one can upset you anymore."
Large raindrops splattered on the ground, soaking the toes of Grace's shoes.
Suddenly, a lump formed in her throat.
Her eyes began to sting.
Damien wrapped an arm around Grace's frail shoulders, pulling her into his embrace. The black umbrella was angled almost entirely over her.
"Let's go."
He was afraid that if she stayed any longer, the pain would only deepen.
Just as they descended the cemetery steps, a tall, somewhat disheveled figure abruptly entered Grace's line of sight.
Ethan.
He was wearing a black suit but wasn't holding an umbrella.
His hair was soaked through, giving him a look of wretched brokenness.
The moment he saw Grace, Ethan froze.
"Grace..."
Ethan spoke her name.
Grace's steps didn't falter.
Her gaze calmly passed over him, focusing on the path ahead.
Damien shifted slightly, blocking Ethan's view of Grace.
"Move."
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