Evelyn knelt by the ceremonial hearth, lifting a stack of traditional Incense paper. She ignited the edges, watching the flames slowly consume the paper as a tribute to his spirit, conversing with him in the silent spaces of her heart.
Gabriel, I am never going to see your smile again. Why on earth were you so incredibly foolish?!
Standing near the edge of the draped curtains, a teenage girl dressed in a plain white linen skirt watched the Crying, broken woman with wide, somber eyes. Is this truly the woman my brother harbored such a deep devotion for? she wondered.
She approached the hearth with slow, measured steps. "Elder sister... are you Evelyn Sin?"
Evelyn looked up at the young girl who had suddenly materialized beside her, hastily wiping the tears from her cheeks as she offered a quiet nod.
