Chapter 9

After a moment, Lucas stood up, gently touched the photo on the tombstone before he turned to leave.

I hurriedly followed him.

His car was parked outside the cemetery, but to my surprise, he walked in the opposite direction.

My eyes widened in surprise as I looked in the direction he was headed.

He made his way to a small building tucked away in a corner of the cemetery where I spotted a flower pot resting on a windowsill.

This building…

I felt as if time had stopped.

It was where the caretaker, Alfred Walker once lived.

When I had accompanied my mother to visit my father’s grave, I had greeted the person inside and remembered my mother telling me to call him Grandpa Walker.

What could Lucas possibly want in there?

Suddenly, his words earlier came back to me, “I will always protect you, and I will safeguard our red roses…”

I rushed inside.

Despite the simple and tidy decor, I immediately recognized everything as Lucas’s.

I gazed blankly at another flower pot on t