Chapter 70 Flowers.

Zyle

“I'm sorry, Mom.” I let out, my voice barely a whisper.

“I didn't know it would get this…this bad.”

I intertwined my fingers with hers, cold as ice.

I dropped the fresh bunch of lilies beside the casket, picking the withered ones to throw away later.

I sat on the floor beside her.

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