But ever since Leopold passed away, he never showed up again.


    Atticus had even looked up the meaning of death on the inte.


    The little ones began to grasp a deeper understanding of death, knowing that when someone dies, they leave forever.


    Now, their beloved Grandma Evelyn, who loved them most, had also died.


    They could still hear Grandma''s voice echoing in their ears.


    But they knew they would never see her again, never taste her cooking and never hear her story-telling.


    They would never be able to learn how to make paper airnes from her again.


    It was as if the sky above had darkened with their sorrow.


    Thssa, clutching a ck and white photo of Evelyn, led the way.


    Hearing the children’s cries, tears cascaded down her face like a torrential downpour.


    She was now someone without a mother, never again to act spoiled in front of her, never to hear Evelyn urge her to get married.


    The funeral was held in the small town of Hollowbrook, where everyone who knew Evelyn came to pay their respects.


    Evelyn''s sister, Astrid Pendleton, was so ovee with grief that she fainted several times.


    Astrid, already suffering from arthritis and bearing immense sorrow, could barely stand. She couldn''t make it through the entire


    funeral, even though it was only a short walk from their home to the grave site. Isabe Everhart''s mother had to support her all


    the way to the graveside.


    Evelyn''s gravestone had already been erected, the epitaph inscribed.


    Astrid was heartbroken, weeping at the base of the stone, "Sis, why''d you have to leave your beloved daughter and


    grandchildren behind? If you didn''t want city life, you could alwayse back and farmed with me. Oh, sis, now even you''re


    gone, how am | supposed to go on alone..."


    Her sobs were so intense that she nearly passed out from the sheer force of them.


    Seeing Astrid in such despair, Thssa went to help her up. She was also a mess of tears, but she had to be strong now,


    especially for Astrid.


    Astrid had lost her daughter and husband when she was young, and Evelyn had been her only remaining kin.


    Now, with Evelyn gone, Astrid was truly alone.


    "Auntie, you still have us. We will always be here for you," Thssa said, trying to console the weeping Astrid.


    Isabe stood by her mother, holding her hand tightly, realizing the preciousness of her mother''s presence.


    She had never liked Evelyn much, for her sharp tongue, and she never won in an argument with her.


    But now, seeing Evelyn lying beneath a mound of earth, she felt a pang of regret.


    Evelyn was a woman of deep passion, remaining unmarried her whole life because of one man, only to meet a tragic end.


    Looking at Evelyn''s photograph, Isabe felt a sharp pain in her heart.


    Love, it seems, can truly be lethal.


    Leopold was a living testament to that.


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