Chapter 80

• Mr. Alfred walked slowly through the cemetery, a bouquet of flowers in his hands. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the rows of gravestones. He found the familiar path that led to his wife’s grave, each step heavy with the weight of his worries.
• When he reached the grave, he knelt down, placing the flowers gently on the headstone. He traced his fingers over her name, etched in the cold marble, and took a deep breath.
• “Hello, my love,” he began, his voice cracking. “It’s been so long since I’ve felt your presence. I wish you were here with me now. So much has happened, and I feel lost without you.”