The sky was quiet that morning, covered with a thin layer of grey clouds that softened the sunlight. Jace stood beside the black car for a moment before moving. His hand rested briefly on the door, his jaw tight, his eyes distant. Beside him, Katrina stepped out slowly, holding a flower. She slipped her hand into his, and he grabbed it, holding it tightly. Vivian came around from the other side, her expression calm but solemn. Without a word, the three of them began walking along the stone path. They stopped in front of Morris Holloway's grave. They all stood still for a long moment as the wind moved faintly through the trees. Vivian stepped forward first. She placed the bouquet she had brought at the base of the grave and knelt down to kiss the headstone. "I'm sorry I came late," she whispered, her eyes welling up. Katrina moved forward, and with Jace, they put the flower down too. "Thank you, Morris," Katrina mouthed. She turned to Jace to say something, but the words
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