Chapter 94 Mothers Grave

• Aemilio's POV
• The sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm golden hue over the landscape as Evangelina and I drove through the winding roads, heading toward a place that held memories both painful and cherished. The silence in the car was comfortable, but there was a heaviness in the air, something unspoken between us. It wasn't something new; it was something old, something buried deep within her that she hadn't fully shared. But I knew now wasn't the time to ask. Not yet.
• We eventually pulled up to the quiet cemetery on the outskirts of town. The stone gates stood tall, the weathered iron swinging open slightly as if beckoning us in. Evangelina's hands were tightly gripped around the steering wheel, and I could see her jaw clenched as we parked the car. She took a long, slow breath before she turned to look at me. Her eyes were filled with uncertainty.