Ms. Adler stood there frozen. What would her explanation be for visiting? She hesitated before speaking up, standing upright and firm.
"Ah. Sherlock's brother. I've forgotten your name. I am so sorry for your loss. How exactly did he die?"
Mycroft stood there gazing at her.
"Mycroft. Thank you for your greviance. He fell off, or jumped off, a building it seems."
He hid the truth well. She simply nodded her head and placed the short stemmed rose she held in her hand upon the grave and took her leave.
"If only he were still alive..." she sighed.