Untold chronicles of power

Chapter Ninety-five

In humid weather with small ray of sunshine casting golden hue over the cemetery. The air smelled of damp earth and freshly cut grass.

Sophia clutched the bouquet of crimson roses, their petals vibrant against the gray tombstones. Angela and Fernando stood nearby, their eyes heavy with grief.

Together, they walked toward Jackson’s grave, the earth now solidified from months of his burial.

Sophia knelt, her fingers brushing against the cool marble headstone.

She placed the red flowers gently on the mound of soil, replacing the withered ones that had adorned the grave for months.

The wind whispered through the trees, carrying memories of laughter, shared beds, and stolen kisses.

As Angela and Fernando stood back, giving Sophia a moment of privacy, she knelt beside the grave.

“It’s almost time,” Sophia murmured, her voice barely audible. She rubbed her swollen belly, feeling the flutter of life within.

“Our child will soon come into this world.” Tears welled up in her eyes as she c