Graveyard.
Elara Don received Damon Hawke's call just after paying her respects to Lina Quinn.
She wiped away her tears, "Okay, I have something to do outside. Could you pick up the kids?"
Hearing that Elara Don's voice was off, Damon Hawke's smile slightly faded, "Elly, what's wrong? Are you crying?"
"No, the wind just blew some sand in. Alright, go pick up the kids, I'll be right there."
Elara Don pulled herself together, smiled and said.
"Okay."
Damon Hawke paused and said no more.
Elara Don hung up the phone, looked at the sweet smile on the woman's gravestone, and her eyes turned red again.
"Mom, I'm sorry, your daughter is so useless and hasn't found your real killer yet. Don't worry, I will find the truth and let you rest in peace."
The gentle breeze blew, like her mother's hand softly caressing her hair, with utmost tenderness.
Elara Don thought of the beautiful times spent with her mother and shed tears once again.
