Chapter 67
- Third Person POV
- The cemetery was quiet except for the low hiss of the wind dragging through the trees. Ryan stood at the head of the grave, shoulders squared but not steady. His suit jacket hung open, collar loosened like he couldn’t breathe inside it.
- His mother’s name was etched clean and sharp into the stone, and for a long while, he just stared at it. The silence pressed on him until the words finally broke.