That night, it began to rain around midnight. The rain hadn't stopped by dawn, and a light drizzle continued to fall.
The rain had washed the pines, cypresses, and gravestones in the cemetery, leaving them spotless.
Dressed in black, Hazel Sterling was supported by Ivy Holden, who was also clad in black. They slowly climbed the damp steps, passed rows of tombstones, and stopped before Cynthia Zimmers's grave.
On the tombstone was a professional headshot of Cynthia Zimmers from when she was alive. Her hair was pulled back into a neat bun, her features were clear and defined, and her smile was elegant. One look was enough to tell she had been an exceptionally bright woman.
Hazel Sterling stared at the photo in silence.
Ivy Holden placed the large bouquet of freesias she was holding in front of the grave. After a deep bow, she took out a handkerchief and wiped the rain from Cynthia Zimmers's photo and the tombstone.
