Three days later.
At old Mr. Sims' gravesite.
Holly Sims stood by the tombstone, dressed in all black, with a white flower in her hair. Her eyes were swollen from crying, and she seemed emotionally drained.
Keira stood silently beside her, offering quiet support.
No one had expected old Mr. Sims' passing to be so imminent. He had been holding on, waiting for Barry Brandt to return. Once that was done, he let go.
Holly's eyes were red from all the tears she had shed. The person she had been most proud of was now gone.
Barry, Brian, Luke, and many other important figures had come to pay their respects, leaving flowers at the grave. The black-and-white photo of old Mr. Sims on the tombstone showed him smiling broadly as if he had no regrets.
Keira looked at Holly. "This is considered a peaceful passing for someone of his age. You don't need to feel so torn up."
