The sky, which had been overcast, began to drizzle. The windshield wipers quietly swept the rain off the windshield. Kingsly looked at the windscreen calmly, his thin lips slightly parted. "This has nothing to do with you."
Rachel shook her head, her body weakly leaning against the seat, her eyes filled with tears. "Susan and Hoffman will never forgive me..."
Kingsly started the engine, and before stepping on the gas, he held Rachel's hand in his, not turning to look at her but gazing at her sorrowful face through the rearview mirror, softly comforting her. "They will forgive you. Don't think too much about it."
Rachel slowly lifted her teary eyes, looking at Kingsly.
Kingsly didn't say anything more and stepped on the gas, driving away from the cemetery.
Throughout the journey, Rachel was consumed by guilt and remorse. Even though her cold hand was held by Kingsly, it remained cold.
