The next morning, Elijah woke up at his usual time, early. It was a Saturday, and he could’ve used this opportunity to sleep in, but old habits die hard. The house was quiet, and it seemed Eleanor was still asleep.Elijah put on his shoes and jacket, sliding his phone into his pocket. He stepped out of the house, approaching his scooter. He got his scooter fixed a day after the storm. It wasn’t as good as new, but it worked.He was going to the cemetery. It was quite a distance away from the Stone mansion, a quiet cemetery, away from the busy city, nestled between a grove of trees.The atmosphere of the cemetery was always different, gloomy, but peaceful nonetheless. He walked into the cemetery, the dried leaves beneath his shoes crunching with each step.His hand tightened around the pieces of roses in his hands as he stopped in front of Esther’s grave. The name on the headstone a reminder of who laid in the grave.Placing the roses gently on the ground, he stood in silence for a mom