It was Kenneth. Dressed in a crisp white shirt, he was standing not too far away with a white towel in his hand.

"Kenneth?" Upon seeing her, a hint of surprise washed over Kenneth's face before he walked towards her.

"You're here to pay your respects to Bella, and you didn't even give me a heads up. If I'd known you were coming today, I would've stayed away." He offered a wry smile, then began to wipe Bella's headstone with the towel in his hand, gently and meticulously.

It was clear that out of all the headstones, Bella's was the cleanest. It was obviously tended to regularly.

familiar he was with

I have nothing else to do, I like to come by and check on her," Kenneth replied after ensuring the headstone

own will, you don't need to feel obliged. Actually, I should be thanking Bella. Sometimes, I come here and talk to her when I'm feeling down or troubled. It's a way for me to relax." Dorothy lowered her eyes, "You really don't have to do this, Kenneth. I can't give you anything in return.” "Am I asking for anything? Dorothy, I've long since stopped wanting anything in return." Kenneth stood quietly in front of her, his tone tinged with self-mockery and loneliness, "Don't take away this last bit of solace from me." He had already retreated to the edge, even restraining himself from calling

for so many years. If he were the type to heed advice, it

Bella. I'll drop the towel off at the storage locker and wait for you down

of the headstone and then sat down

I'm here." Whenever she called her mother Bella before, she would get a stern look for

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