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.

out. My mom is just

of them, holding flowers, walked down a small path

around. The cold wind blew, giving the area a

was a ring of lights around it, but no other graves were nearby. It was the only grave in the area, surrounded by

the usual cemetery

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

Wesley. "Godfather, come over here and meet my

a tightness in his chest, making it hard to breathe. He gently placed the flowers

a small inscription beside it: "Dedicated by

Why aren't you saying anything?"

buried here?" Wesley asked, his voice

peace, so she wouldn't have liked being buried in a

whoever I want here. Godfather when you pass away, I can bury you here too, next to my

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