“Hey, Mr.


    rk, do you need anything?” Fernando knocked and entered.


    Matthew turned.


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    He and Ste were wedding sticklers, sweating every detail.


    “No sweat, Mr.


    rk.


    The list is all good,” Fernando assured.


    He spilled the beans on histest sleuthing.


    “That orange Ferrari? Belongs to Edmund.


    He’s been cutting deals for Flossietely.


    ”


    Edmund?


    Matthew stayed quiet.


    Was Edmund Flossie’s boyfriend?


    There was a big age gap between them.


    Was that the reason why she kept it hush-hush?


    Thinking it over, Matthew rxed a bit.


    That Ferrari had him on edge since yesterday as it reminded him of Benny.


    Now knowing it wasn’t Benny, he breathed easy.


    He still didn’t want Flossie with him.


    As for Benny, alive or dead, Matthew wouldn’t let him mess up the wedding.


    At the West Mountain Cemetery, rain drizzled, making the ground slick.


    Benny gripped Flossie’s hand tightly and led her carefully forward.


    “Be careful,” he warned softly.


    Acknowledging his concern with a slight nod, Flossie felt a mix of curiosity and solemnity.


    Despite wondering why Benny had brought her here, his earnest expression stopped her from asking any questions.


    They walked side by side until they reached a tombstone.


    Flossie’s gazended on the photo embedded in the stone.


    It was a young woman with a warm smile.


    Instantly, she knew this was Benny’s mother.


    Taking a nce at Benny, she gently ced a bunch of Lilies at the tombstone, her expression turning thoughtful as she bowed respectfully.


    Benny, crouching down beside her, wiped raindrops from the stone and introduced, “Mom, this is Flossie, my girlfriend.


    ”


    Flossie, hearing the tenderness in his voice, looked again at the photo.


    Her eyes softened, touched by the moment.