The black SUVs came to a stop outside the iron gates of the Oak Cemetery.
The engines went silent, and the doors opened.
Anna, Vincenzo, and several bodyguards stepped out.
The cemetery was old and silent, rows of weathered gray headstones stretching far into the distance.
They started walking toward the entrance gate, and Vincenzo glanced back at his guards.
“Wait here,” he ordered.
"Yes, Boss," they replied in unison, taking up positions by the SUVs.
Vincenzo guided Anna through the gate.
Her body was rigid, her breath catching in little hitches as she tried to hold back her tears, but they fell anyway, tracing silent paths down her cheeks.
Just inside the entrance, a small guard post came into view.
An older security guard stepped out, raising a hand.
“Come back tomorro
