[Christine's voice is uncharacteristically quiet and hesitant, as she returns from the cemetery. She could have just... pretended not to see him, but she wouldn't have felt right about that.
Not that she feels right about stopping, one fist curled as she insists on ignoring the figure whispering in her ear.]
Garden
[Christine's voice is uncharacteristically quiet and hesitant, as she returns from the cemetery. She could have just... pretended not to see him, but she wouldn't have felt right about that.
Not that she feels right about stopping, one fist curled as she insists on ignoring the figure whispering in her ear.]