Chapter 17 The Cycle

• I walked away from the cemetery, my chest tight with a mix of anger and disappointment.
• The soft crunch of my feet against the dirt path echoed in the stillness, but it felt like nothing could cut through the heavy quiet pressing in around me. Even the birds overhead were silent, like they knew what kind of place this was. My fingers flexed by my sides as I kept moving, my mind racing back to the scene I had just left behind.
• The man, his ordinary, tired face, and the hollow-eyed woman who clung to him.