Chapter 143: Tulips

The wind stirred with a mournful sigh, sweeping low across the cemetery and rustling the brittle grass beneath Keegan's feet. The sky hung overcast, colorless, as if even the heavens had gone quiet in grief. A fine mist clung to the air, too thin to call rain, but heavy enough to settle on his shoulders like a veil.

He knelt without a word.

The bouquet in his hands was a simple collection of ...