Meena Kincaid stood crestfallen at the burial ground to bury her recently deceased husband. Her adopted son Zyair was by her side like a supportive pillar. Though he didn't like touching people, especially women, today he held his mother because she needed him.
By the time she had arrived at the hospital the other day, her husband had succumbed to his injuries. Her son had been the one to gather her broken self.
Clad in all-black, both of them received all the guests with patience and went through all the rituals. Montague's family had arrived as well. Prominent among them was Mithias Kincaid; Montague's younger brother.
At the age of 58 his once midnight black hair were fast turning grey, but the grace he carried himself with never wavered.
Both brothers had never seen eye to eye. The rivalry between them had always kept them at bay but he was here now to pay his respects to his elder brother.
