She sneaks off after lunch.
It's grown colder, and she wraps herself in layers, taking a thermos of tea with her as she makes for the wooded area on their property.
It'll be chilly in the shade.
Hopping the fence, she pushes through the brush and makes her way to the small clearing. There's a pond there, the graves. And a minute after entering the clearing, she knows someone—he's—been there.
Footprints litter the area.
Kagome follows them around the pond, to the graves, and her heart catches in her chest.
An open book sits among the stone markers.