With slow and steady steps, Jessica wheeled Davis up the rough, stony path of the cemetery. After a while, they reached the gate. She nodded at the gatekeeper, who she had come to recognize. There was a time she visited so often, crying her eyes out at the grave, that he had once been forced to deny her entry for her own good.
But today was different. She hadn't been here in months, and today she just want to speak to her mother, to let her know the decision she had made. Jessica stopped the wheelchair a few meters from the grave and walked quietly the rest of the way. Kneeling down, she placed a single white lily at the base of the gravestone.
Then she saw something that made her pause.
Another bunch of fresh lilies already lay there.
