It was only after she consumed three pieces of meat that she shook her head. "I can't eat any more. You should eat too."

“You sure you don't want more?"

"No."

In response, Tyrone set down his fork, gently Lifted Sabrina from her wheelchair, and placed her on the couch, covering her with a blanket.

"Rest now."

Sabrina looked at him, concern in her eyes. "You haven't slept in two days. You should get some rest too."

His eyes sparkled at her suggestion, and he nodded. "Alright."

After the meal, Tyrone discarded the leftover food and joined Sabrina on the sofa.

Sabrina peeked at him from one half-open eye. He was precariously positioned on the edge of the sofa, a slight movement might send him tumbling down.

“Why do you insist on sharing the sofa with me? There's enough space elsewhere."

In response, Tyrone gently covered her eyes with his hand. “Enough talking. Sleep."

After a short nap, she awoke to find Tyrone missing.

Three days later, they cremated Cesar.

A procession of black cars left the funeral home, traversing the city's main road and heading towards the Blakely family's cemetery in the suburbs.

Sabrina did not join them.

The graveyard, nestled on a mountain, was inaccessible to her wheelchair.

Before he departed with the funeral procession, Tyrone instructed his driver to take Sabrina home.

As she watched the procession fade from view, tears welled in her eyes.

Her silent apology to Cesar echoed in her heart. She hoped for his peaceful rest.

Behind her, Karen excused herself. "Mrs. Blakely, I'll be right back. I need to fetch a few things."