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“Ma’am… we’ve arrived,” the cab driver said gently, pulling the car to a stop at the cemetery gate, his voice barely piercing the fog of my thoughts. The words jolted me from the spiral of memories, grief, and unspoken fears that had filled my mind the entire ride over.
I sat still for a moment, gripping the handle of the door, my knuckles whitening around the bouquet of fresh flowers I carried. The cemetery loomed ahead, quiet, solemn, and unyielding, a place of rest and sorrow. With a shaky exhale, I opened the door and stepped out, the cool morning air brushing against my face. I turned to the driver, forcing words through the lump in my throat.
