From the garage, Michael drove out a red Ferrari; a car he had originally purchased for Erica Jones years ago, but had long since transferred under Evelyn's name.
He picked up two large bouquets of fresh chrysanthemums along the way and drove straight to the cemetery.
The grounds were meticulously maintained by the management staff. The tombstones of her adoptive mother and grandmother stood quietly side by side in the serene environment.
Evelyn set a bouquet of blooming chrysanthemums down in front of her grandmother's grave. Looking at her grandmother's smiling photograph carved into the stone, tears instantly welled up in her eyes. "Grandma, your Evelyn came to see you."
Tears trickled softly down her cheeks. Back when her grandmother was still alive, she had doted on her and loved her unconditionally.
Michael stepped forward, tenderly wiping the tears from her face. "Don't cry, Eve. Grandma is looking down on us. If you cry, she'll feel your pain."
