It was solemn. Albert's burial was attended by his closest friends and since he was already an orphan, it was Charles and his mother along with Elaine that stood up as his family. The three of them were there except for Elizabeth.

From not a far, Elizabeth was sitting inside of the black Bentley. Her tears were unstoppable as they continued to drip down from her eyes.

She was just inside the car and looking at the group of people standing in front of Albert's tombstone.

As much as she wanted to get out of the car and go there, she couldn't. She knew that it would n't be safe...