The next morning dawned bright and clear, the sunlight spilling through the windows as if trying to wipe away the darkness of the previous night. Luna stood in front of her closet, carefully choosing an outfit that felt respectful for their visit to the cemetery. Her hands trembled slightly as she brushed her hair, the thought of facing her parents’ graves stirring a storm of emotions.
Lucas was already waiting by the door, dressed in a simple button-down shirt and jeans, his expression somber. “You ready?” he asked softly.
Luna nodded, though her heart was heavy. “Let’s go.”
The drive to the cemetery was quiet, the only sounds coming from the hum of the car engine and the occasional sigh from Lucas. When they arrived, the wrought-iron gates creaked open, revealing rows of headstones ne
