Drew said he wanted to visit my mom. He said he wanted to spend some time with her. I was taken aback by the request. Drew had never met my mom; she had passed away before he and I became close friends. The words hung in the air, filling the room with a sense of gravity. We were sitting in my living room, the soft light of the afternoon filtering through the curtains, casting a golden hue over everything. The atmosphere felt heavy, as if the house itself was holding its breath.
"Are you sure?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Drew nodded, his expression resolute. "Yeah, I think it's important," he said. I couldn’t understand why he felt this need, but I trusted him. Drew always had a way of seeing things that others didn’t.
The next morning, we prepared to go to the cemetery. Th
