Jasmine Yale's voice was very light, as if it could be easily dispersed by the wind.
Her throat was choked, her voice hoarse and heavy. In facing these matters, her burden was no less than that of Spencer Childe and Tomer.
She looked at the tombstone, her eyes washed clean by the rain, pure and untainted.
"All these years, my love for him wasn't false. He was the person I truly loved, and he was worth my love. Mrs. Childe, your son was outstanding, he was not a wastrel. He was mature, stable, thoughtful, and handled things with his own discretion and consideration. These years, he led the Cheney Family to great success, and he possessed a charm that could attract anyone."
