Chapter 71

During our trip to Mooncrest, I found myself lost in nostalgic memories of my childhood in the town. We revisited the park where I used to play, wandered through the quaint streets admiring the architecture, and ventured into the countryside, reveling in the beauty of nature's landscapes.

But what I was most eager for was our visit to the old church where my mother was laid to rest. It was important for me to pay my respects and honor her memory. Ryder, always supportive, accompanied me, and together we lit candles and offered prayers for her soul.

As we walked around the ancient church, Ryder shared his own memories of his mother, expressing how much he missed her. I listened, empathizing with his pain, and reciprocated by recounting my cherished moments in Mooncrest, despite the sadness of my mother's illness.

Taking my hand, Ryder reassured me, promising to create new memories together. H