Polly Sutton held her little daughter, "Actually, his wife also died in an accident, but whether it was really an accident, after so long, no one pursued it. He stays here, selflessly cleaning graves and guarding them, just hoping that people here might treat his wife better over there."
If he hadn't endured great hardships in life, how would he believe in such superstitions?
Victor Parker placed the timber he brought in front of the tombstone.
"Having something to rely on can help you live better." Victor stated, "Things will get better and better."
"Yes, they will get better and better." Polly nodded seriously, weren't they all striving for things to get better?
Having visited Graham Rook, they went back home.
Victor drove over himself, Daisy Joy was placed in the back baby seat, alert throughout and barely fussing.
