At the cemetery, mourners gathered around a freshly dug grave, all dressed in black. A light breeze stirred the autumn leaves as the pastor read a final prayer, his voice low and steady. The casket stood above the open earth, adorned with white lilies.
Lucas stood at the head of the grave, holding a framed photo of Evelyn—her smile bright and alive, in stark contrast to the grief surrounding her.
Fabian arrived just as the final words were spoken. His eyes locked onto the photo, and the world seemed to stop.
Evelyn.
He pushed through the crowd without thinking, ignoring murmurs of surprise as he approached the casket. There she was—Evelyn, lying still, dressed in the white wedding gown she once wore. Her face was peaceful, her hands folded gently over her chest.
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