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Don't touch her

NAOMI

The car halted at the gates of cemetery. Harold got out and opened the car door for me and I got out before passing him a smile. He took my hand in his and led me inside the cemetery. We walked along the alley and finally we stopped infront of Helen Kingston's grave.

Rest. In. Peace.

Helen Kingston

A mother, daughter and savior. Known for her kindness and humble nature. A woman of words. May her soul rest in peace.

I glanced at Harold as he took a step forward and swatted the leaf litters away from the tomb and placed a flower above it.

He came back to me and again took my hand as we both sat in the near by bench.

He took a deep breath, "It's my mother's grave.."

"I know!"

"I want to tell you something which is very important and it's about me and my family.." his demeanor changed as a sudden glumness took over him.

"I... I mean.." he was stammering as his lips trembled and eyes welled up turning his sclera red.

"My mother was....kil..killed and I am not into any...maf...mafia..
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