NovelEnglishJoey had no idea where he was till then.
He lifted his head and fixed his gaze on Rachel, looking for any changes in her expression.
He was worried that his mom would feel sad.
After all, they were at a cemetery.
It wasn’t a pleasant setting.
“Let’s get moving, honey, Getting about in the dark is dangerous.
I believe Abby might also be badly wanting to see you,” Rachel told him as she grasped his hand.
Joey concurred and followed her to the entrance.
It was impossible for Joey to avoid looking at the word “cemetery” on the sign as his shoulder brushed up against it.
“What made you choose this location for Aunt Abby, Mommy?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe cemetery seemed to be a modest and rustic place to bury one’s dead.
The massive iron-gate was rusty.
The gate was littered with leaves and debris.
Clearly, no one had taken the tto tidy this area.
There was no one to keep an eye on the mountain’s trees, which grew wild and thriving.
“It’s a peaceful place to be.
She won’t be bothered by anybody.”
Rachel’s eyes becdark as she talked.
Her grip on Joey’s hand tightened unconsciously.
Joey was able to sense her remorse.
“I believe it’s a good place, too,” he remarked childishly to Rachel.
As soon as she heard this, Rachel’s face softened and she smiled down at him.
Joey had said it because he was worried she would be sad, and she understood that.
He wanted to be there for her and help her feel better.
There was no stop for almost five minutes as they made their way up the stone stairs together.
It wasn’t long before Joey glanced back and saw that they had already reached the hillside.
The mountain wasn’t very tall or particularly steep.
They could still see the Cayenne sitting outside the gate from their vantage point.
“It’s here, honey.” Rachel paused in front of a marble gravestone, her hand clasped around his, and glanced at the portrait on it.
Joey followed her eyes to the gravestone and remained there, staring at it.
The marble had the word “Abby Black” etched onto it, and it was a deep shade of black.
The top right corner of Abby’s gravestone had a picture of her embedded in it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDuring the picture shoot, Abby said she wanted to learn how to drive.
After taking the shot, Rachel wanted to include it on the application form, but Abby was taken away after the photo was processed.
The photograph had been stored in the studio.
The personnel at the picture studid not contact the Befamily or send the photo to Rachel until three days after the tragedy.
Abby didn’t even get the chance to see the picture herself.
Squatting down and placing her hand Lightly on the photo’s right side,
Rachel felt a rushing sensation like she was touching something priceless.
“Abby, I’m here.
I cto see you,” Rachel whispered.
A little breeze picked up her hair and sent it flapping about.
Looking at the picture, she went into a state of trance, as if she heard Abby call out to her.
“Aunt Abby.” Joey’s voice got Rachel back on her bearings.
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