The somber atmosphere of the funeral was palpable as Electra stood beside Knoxville, holding their daughter, little Gladys. They were paying their last respects to the late Mr. Rodriguez, surrounded by mournful faces and the soft murmur of condolences. Just as they were about to take their leave, a commotion at the entrance caught their attention.
A woman, dressed in a elegant black dress, walked into the room with grandeur, holding the hand of a little boy who looked to be around five years old. Electra and Knoxville's eyes widened in surprise as they realized it was Helena.
Knoxville's curiosity was piqued, and he wanted to ask her what she was doing there, but he didn't want to cause a scene, especially not at a funeral.
Helena walked up to them, her high heels clicking on the floor,
