Alonso and Natalie who arrived straight from the hotel quietly approached his mother's grave. The day was foggy, yet the cemetery air was peaceful and thick with the scent of flowers and the hum of prayers from a priest by the grave.
While many men in fancy suits approached Alonso to pay their respects. Natalie carefully arranged fresh flowers on the grave. Her fingers brushed against the petals and she closed her eyes sending silent prayers to Alonso's mother.
Don't worry about him anymore; he's safe with me.
Natalie turned to Alonso with watering eyes that blinked in surprise noticing how pale his face had become. His usual warmth was replaced by an emotionless mask, she couldn't help but compare this cold state with the one he assumed when he confronted her haunting memories of the accident junction. Back then, he spoke with a load of emotions when he promised her father to look after her.
What's happening in here?