CHAPTER 16: Rainy days
A WEEK LATER
Black was one color she couldn’t quite understand. How it could be used to accompany any other color and yet it would be on its own without any hesitation.
Her black dress swirled in the wind, blowing around her feet, the black scarf used to cover her hair hid most of her face. Esme stared down at the open grave; the brick stone where her eyes finally moved too caused her heart to ache some more.
Sarah Jonathan.
Mother. Wife. Friend.
6th April 1978- 13th March 2021.
The sound of a woman weeping a few graves away caught her attention. Slowly turning her head, she observed another chain of people by a similar grave stone.
The woman crouched in her black dress sobbed heavily, her short black hair was a mess and the people around her tried their b
