"Let's go." The man's dry, warm palm reached out toward her.
Sophie Sullivan glanced at it, withdrew her gaze, and walked straight ahead without looking to the side.
Thomas Shannon knew there was a knot in her inside heart, so he didn't force her and followed behind her into the cemetery.
Thomas Shannon's black shirt and black pants set off his tall frame, making it even more straight and imposing; Sophie Sullivan wore a plain colored dress, with no makeup on her face, yet the striking beauty between her brows and eyes was still stunning even bare-faced.
She felt heavy-hearted, and her reactions to everything in the vicinity seemed to have dulled a lot.
She didn't even hear him call out for her to watch the stairs under her feet.
Thomas Shannon, worried, supported her shoulder; Sophie Sullivan walked with him, though in fact, she could walk this road with her eyes closed.
