Yerick drove, taking Wesley away from the house.

It was only then that Wesley realized the place Yerick had brought him to was desolate, with only a small house in sight. The area was so remote that there were no streetlights.

"Yerry, why did you buy a house here?" Wesley asked.

"It's quiet. I like it," Yerick replied.

"It's quiet, alright, but it's so isolated and with no shops nearby. Did you live here before?" Wesley asked.

"Godfather, this is just a place I come to when I want to clear my head. Plus, with a car, it's easy to go anywhere," Yerick explained.

They had been driving for about ten minutes, but through the car window, Wesley still hadn't seen any other residents. It felt eerily silent.

After a while, the car came to a stop. There were lights here now, but they didn't seem like public streetlights.

let's get out. My mom

got out of the car, and the two of them, holding flowers, walked down a small path in front

looked around. The cold wind blew, giving the

with crooked lettering. There was a ring of lights around it, but no other graves were nearby. It was

cemetery where people were

as he placed the flowers in front of the tombstone. "Mom, I've come to see you. I'm sorry I'm a bit late today.

come over here and meet

uneasy. Looking at the desolate tombstone before him, he felt a tightness

with a small inscription beside it: "Dedicated by

Why aren't you saying

is your mother buried here?" Wesley asked, his voice

because it's quiet. My mom loved peace, so she wouldn't have liked being buried in a public

I want here. Godfather when

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