Luke’s POV
I stepped through the doorway of the mausoleum and I was immediately hit with the mixed aroma of roses and lavender from all the flower arrangements that was freshly brought in.
Last night, I had called in the person handling my mother’s estate and have him clean the place out, and bring in some flowers.
The mausoleum was built about three generations back, with enough space to put in at least, another two generations.
I narrowed my eyes, trying to adjust to the dim lighting in the place, and then when it did, I opened my eyes.
I remember when my grandmother died, I was standing right where I was, hearing my mother being so hysterical, right outside during the ceremony prep, and then through the walls of my room that night.
All through that day, my mother hadn't said a
