Runa went to the family cemetery that she had passed last night. The atmosphere is not much different in the morning. Still quiet and have a gripping impression. The clouds hung thickly in the sky and Runa faintly heard thunder in the distance.
Runa quickened her pace. She looked back once in a while because she felt someone was following her. Maybe this was just a bad thought because of her father's words earlier.
Runa stopped when she arrived in front of the angel statue near her mother's grave. She looked up and saw the angel's face. Those eyes were white and empty, unlike the eyes of the angel of death she had ever met.
Runa stepped into the gazebo built to shelter Lucille's grave. Arriving beside the grave, Runa knelt down and placed a pot of chrysanthemums there. Lucille is very fond of flowers. Chris built the greenhouse for Lucille so she could take care of the various flowers. They often drank tea there, after Chris finished work.
