Chapter 042 A Visit to Sherry's Grave

CALEB

A bent-over figure got me curious when I trotted into the cemetery. I slowly walked noiselessly close to Sherry’s grave, my eyes were still on the figure who seemed to be searching for something on the tombstones lined up before her–the hair pointed out that she was a lady.

Her suspicious movements got my attention drifting away from Sherry’s grave. I stood still, the blue flower I brought still wrapped in my hands as my eyes followed her. She finally strengthened up and rubbed her back, groaning in pain.

Is she a mental patient?

I have heard rumors that mentally ill people litter around cemeteries, stealing anything they get their hands on.

Perhaps, she’s searching for a box of chocolate dropped on a tombstone by a relative of one of the deceased.

I glanced at the flower in my hand and then back at her. She wouldn’t want a flower, will she?

I heard her sigh and scratch her neck, a mild wind blew up her hair and her face came into view.

My throat knotted when I realize