Chapter 129

• Lewis approached his mother’s grave, the familiar ache in his heart rising as he knelt before the headstone. Lauren Miller was engraved in elegant letters, accompanied by a photograph of her smiling face. He placed a fresh bouquet of daisies at the base, their bright colors standing out against the somber stone.
• With careful hands, he brushed away the dead leaves that had gathered over time. Each leaf he removed felt like a tribute, a way to honor her memory.
• As he sat there, he admired the inscription, reflecting on the memories they had shared.