#Chapter144

After the priest had finished his well wishes to the lost soul and every other ritual carried out, people started dispersing, some going back to the house for refreshments and some going to their homes.

Shane remained standing, staring at the picture of the short blonde haired woman on the stone, a deep sigh left his mouth as he remembered how that woman played with him when he was a child, how she cautioned him. Although his mother wasn’t like other mothers who read bedtime stories or sang lullabies to him, he knew she loved him. He thought about their fun times, even now that he was an adult,...