"Why didn't you tell me you were going to visit her grave?" asked a soft voice behind Luis.
Luis spun around to face Esmeralda. Esmeralda's right hand was in the pocket of her black dress, while her left hand held the umbrella over his head. She was frowning slightly and staring at the grave in front of her, as if she wanted to peer through the stone wall that concealed it.
Luis stood up, sighed inwardly, and smiled. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it, I just wanted to spend some time with mother alone," he said, his eyes looking down in regret.
She did not respond, instead staring intently at the grave.
"If you had told me, we could have gone together." Esmeralda spoke with a stern tone that sounded accusatory. Her gaze was still fixed on the grave, and she didn't even look at Luis.
"I'm sorry, you know I'm always not thinking straight on Mother's death anniversary," he muttered, nervously running his hand through his messy hair.
