The wrong ambiance.

As if nature understood the current situation, the warm air suddenly dimmed, the bright clouds turned dark, and raindrops began to fall and touch the shoulders.

The crew member knelt, dropping his two knees on the ground, folding his arms between his thighs, tears welled up in his eyes, sadness was visible in his eyes.

"Selena," he mumbled, his voice so deep and hoarse that he couldn't say anything. He lowered his head, unable to lift his head, and appeared to be in great pain.

Safira took a deep breath, her shoulders trembling, and turned to face her husband, who was running away from the car, Davino spreading an umbrella to shield his wife from the rain.

He was so taken aback by the crew kneeling on one of the tombs that he almost forgot to lift the black umbrella in his hand.

Davino was speechless when he read the name on the tombstone; his lips parted but no words came out of his mouth.

Is it the same woman? Davino's inner voice was questioning, and he was still skeptical, but sad