After twenty minutes drive David pulls his car in a curb and turns off his engine.
"Here we are." He says, looking at Sabrina who was busy observing her surrounding.
"At the cemetery? Don't tell me you have something fatal in your mind." David chuckles at her absurdness.
"Let's go." He says, moving out of the car while Sabrina follows hesitantly behind.
As soon as she comes out of the car David reaches her and holds her hand again. She gives him a hesitant look and he squeezes her hand reassuringly, conveying silently that she need not worry.
David pulls her with him as he walks inside the cemetery garden. He stops at the 3rd block, in front of a neat grave. He was still holding her hand tightly.
Sabrina notices that his hold has become slightly tighter, not the kind to anguish pain but the kind in need of some support. She looks at the headstone which tells the grave belonged to some woman named Scarlett Paul. She died in 1998 and was a loving wife, daughter, and a mother.
