Lina's POV
Under the dim streetlights outside the cemetery, Jasper was leaning against his car, talking to someone.
I recognized the man—Mr. Blake, the cemetery caretaker. Every time I visited, he'd exchange a few words with me, though I still didn't know his full name after all these years.
Jasper looked up the moment he spotted us walking out together. His gaze lingered on Adrian's jacket draped over my shoulders, and something dark flickered in his eyes before he masked it with that familiar gentle smile.
"Mr. Blake," Jasper said, his voice carrying across the parking lot. "Lina's here."
The caretaker turned toward me with a warm smile. "Miss Ward, you're here quite late today. I remember you usually came around noon. Aren't you scared being here after dark?"
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