Roy Lewis gently stroked Richelle Dunn's back, but he didn't say anything.
Because he knew that, at this moment, all words of comfort would seem pale.
Some pain can only be understood when truly experienced.
The so-called empathy is just a feeble comforting word.
Roy's eyes were looking forward, filled with a fierce expression.
Richelle rested in Roy's arms for a while, eventually lifting her head and forcing a smile at him.
"I'm fine..."
"This afternoon, I'll have someone remove this..."
As a doctor, Richelle didn't believe in ghosts and spirits, but this tombstone stirred up too many dark and painful memories for her. Even as strong as she was, she felt unable to move past it.
She nodded weakly in his arms, "Okay..."
After a moment, she raised her head and spoke to Roy.
"Find a better place for her, okay..."
Since she could be buried here in her stead, she must have gone through great hardships in life.