Chapter 183

Cassandra and Tristan picked Eleanor and the caretaker up from the hospital before heading to the cemetery together. By the time they arrived, someone had already left a bouquet of lilies at the grave. It had been Matilda's favorite flower. Eleanor looked at the flowers and sighed. "That person's always here before us." "Yeah," Cassandra replied. They'd missed them again. Every single time they came, Matilda's grave was already adorned with fresh lilies and a box of honey lemon cakes, her favorites. Cassandra had always been curious as to who it was, but no matter how early she came, she was always too late. Today was no different. "If you really want to know who it is, I can find out," Tristan offered. Cassandra shook her head. "It's okay. Whoever it is clearly doesn't want to be seen. They've been avoiding us on purpose. If that's the case, we should respect that. If fate allows it, we'll meet one day." Eleanor nodded quietly. She felt the same. Tristan nodded in understand