~Hold my hand in the darkness~
CHAPTER EIGHTY THREE
The wind seemed to have changed its course as it blew the fallen leaves away, scattering them around in a different place than before, past the gravestones.
It was noisy as it ruffled Ethan’s coat, making the edges sway with it. The black coat fluttered against Scarlett’s shoulder as she hugged him tightly, brushing the back of Ethan’s head as he cried softly against her.
While Ethan’s eyes seemed like they contained an ocean’s worth of tears, Scarlett’s were dry as she stared at the gravestone they were sitting near, engraved with Bentley King’s name on it.
A loving father, husband and a business tycoon.
Those were the only things Bentley loved being.
It had been two weeks since Bentley King had a heart attack in his son Sebastia
