Chapter LXII: Domina Dolorum
Adrian sits at a corner booth in McRonald's, his fingers curled around a steaming cup of coffee. He watches the wisps of heat rise from the surface, contemplating the weight of everything that has happened. Bennett's disappearance lingers in his mind, gnawing at his thoughts like an unsolved mystery. He lifts the cup to his lips and takes a slow sip, the warmth spreading through his chest, though it does little to ease the tightness in his heart.
As he sets the cup down, his eyes catch sight of a familiar figure stepping out of a tricycle just outside. His breath stills. Bennett's mother. She stands there for a moment, adjusting the strap of her purse before making her way toward the Cathedral across the street. Adrian watches her with a mix of hesitation and
