A woman with dirty blond hair stood infront of her late husband's grave. She had tears running down her cheeks staring at the headstone that read 'Leonidas Van Rook' when a hand was placed on her shoulder
"Tori, we're heading home. Do you need a ride?" her friend Sara asks "Or do you need more time?"
"I think I'm ready to go. Do you ind staying with me tonight? I don't think I can stay in the house alone."
"I don't mind at all Tor. I'll just tell Doyle." the taller brunette turns around and leaves. Tori looks back at the grave drying her tears
"My darling Leo, I never got to tell you before the fight. If your listening hon, I love you and I always will." she whispers before turning and walking to the others. She barely registered the Saturday family's sad stares.
"Hey Tor, everything's going to be ok. You have all of our support." Doyle says. Thhe dirty blond gives him a sad smile and nods. Her friend whispers 'Come on' leading her to her car.
