In the other, he held a neat bouquet of yellow marigolds and pale daisies. “Got some more flowers for your mom,” he said gently. “I thought we could go visit her together today.” Lucas adjusted his hoodie. The wind had picked up, teasing the edge of his sleeves. He glanced at the flowers—carefully chosen, nothing flashy, just quiet and thoughtful—and gave a silent nod.
They walked to the cemetery together, Emilia skipping ahead in little bursts, her braid bouncing with every step. Daniel walked at Lucas’s side, slower now, his hand occasionally tightening around the stems. At the grave, Lucas hung back while Daniel knelt.