The gravel crunched softly under the tires as the cars began pulling away from the cemetery one by one. The late afternoon sun was slipping toward the horizon. Leonard remained quiet in the driver's seat, one hand resting on the wheel, the other resting loosely in his lap. Katherine sat beside him, arms folded gently over her coat, her eyes watching the road ahead with a calm silence.
The twins were already settled in the backseat, murmuring to each other about flowers and whether Winston had heard them.
"You said... you usually go to the house after visiting the grave?"
"Yeah. It was always something Father liked. Family lunch, dinner... sometimes even breakfast the next day. We just sit around the table like he's still there. Silly, but... we kept doing it."
That's what Claudio had mentioned earlier, before everyone began heading to their cars. Leonard didn't mind following the ritual, but Katherine and the twins...
