Andrew rubbed his forehead, keeping his gaze on the ground. He hadn't spoken a single word after the funeral. Not a single word to his parents, to Anisha's parents and nor to his children.
And now, his feet were frozen as he stood just beside where she lay, deep within the ground.
"Drew?" He barely looked up, his eyes still on the gravestone.
Anisha Hayes.
Loving daughter, wife and mother.
Wife. His wife. His wife.
She was gone.
His lips parted, his chest tightening as he barely acknowledged his mother. Anisha's mother standing beside her.
"Andrew." His mother's voice was gentle as she slowly reached for him, squeezing his hand. He didn't say anything, simply just standing there, shaking, a harsh whimper escaping his lips as his mother gave him a pitiful look.
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