Honest Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Henry had booked my flight to Germany for next week. Before leaving, I bought grapes, Xavier's mother's favorite, to pay my respects at her grave. It had nothing to do with Xavier; I owed her my gratitude. Xavier's mother was buried in the most luxurious cemetery on the outskirts of the city. Her photo on the tombstone showed her smiling gently, just as I remembered her. I bent down to tidy up the tombstone when I heard a familiar voice from behind. "Miss Frank, why are you here?"