There was an uncanny clarity in his observations, a sense that he saw something that everyone else had missed.
The mourners continued to weep, their faces etched with sorrow.
Jolie clutched Leon tighter, a flicker of hope igniting within her heart. The service continued, the priest's words washing over her, but Jolie's mind was racing. She had to know the truth. She had to find out if Leon's impossible theory held any weight.
" My beloved friend , if that's not you in the casket. I promise that l will find you. But if it's truly you, then you have left me so soon." She thought.
As the casket was being prepared to leave, Jolie felt a surge of pain in he chest. Imagining how she would live with Elisa's absence.
The midday sun cast long shadows as the procession made its way to the cemetery. The air was thick with the scent of freshly turned earth.
