A light rain fell over Kingston Memorial Cemetery, covering the rows of white headstones with a thin layer of mist. The peaceful silence was broken only by birds singing in the nearby trees and the gentle sound of raindrops against umbrellas.
A black luxury sedan stopped near the cemetery entrance.
Ethan stepped out first and opened the rear door.
"Mr. Kingston."
Adrian nodded quietly before taking a bouquet of white lilies from the back seat.
"I'll walk alone."
Ethan understood.
"I'll wait here."
Adrian walked slowly along the stone pathway, his polished shoes making soft sounds against the wet ground.
Every year, on the anniversary of his mother's passing, he came alone.
No reporters.
No bodyguards.
No business calls.
Only silence.
After several minutes, he stopped before a
