The wind in the early winter was so bone-piercing. It felt as if it was laced with brambles as it wrapped around her wounded heart, intensifying her pain.

Madeline reached out a shaky hand to grab the card Ken was handing to her.

When she got it in her hand, she felt as if she had touched Jeremy’s cold fingertips.

“When did this happen?” she suppressed her sadness and asked calmly.

“Today is the 49th day,” Ken answered and looked at the grave in front of him before sighing.

“The reason Mr.