Then, laughter and voices of Saoirse and Oliver drifted from behind.
“Zenon, you’re here so early.”
Saoirse carefully pushed Oliver, afraid that the wheelchair would jolt him.
I pointed to the cold stone tablet, my voice trembling. “Where’s my mom?”
She frowned, seemingly displeased with my attitude. "Zenon, keep your voice down, you scare Oliver."
She shielded him behind her before explaining slowly. "Oliver had a dream a few days ago, his mom said she felt alone over here and so cold."
"I asked someone to calculate it and your mom's grave is in a very nice and sunny area, so I moved Aunt Lindsay's grave here."
Jack leaned on his cane and followed behind, seemingly unfazed. "Your mom didn't like to bask in the sun the most, but you insisted on choosing this place."
"Now’s perfect. Just give it to Lindsay and your mom will get what she wanted."
I looked at the three of them, as if watching an utterly absurd drama.
“What about my mom?” I asked, emphasizing each word clearly.
“Her ashes have already been moved to the public cemetery behind here,” Saoirse replied casually.
"Don't worry, I've arranged everything and I won't leave your mom nowhere to go."