Chapter 22

The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the city, as Andrianne drove through the winding roads towards the cemetery where her mother was buried. The wind was not too heavy, but it was enough to rustle the leaves on the trees and make the car shake a little. As she drove, she could see the tall buildings of the city in the distance, their windows reflecting the beautiful sunset.

The air was cool and crisp, and Andrianne couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy wash over her as she thought about her mother. She could remember her mother's smile and the way she used to laugh, and it made her heart ache to know that she was gone.

The road to the cemetery was quiet, with only a few cars passing by. Andrianne could hear the sound of the wind as it whipped through the trees and the leaves rustling underfoot. As she pulled into the cemetery, she could see the rows of graves and headstones stretching out before her, a silent testament to the passage of time.

The sky was now pa