Olivia stood there, entirely motionless, a dark silhouette against the bleak morning sky until the very last scoop of earth was flattened over the pit.
Beside her, Leon worked in absolute silence. He asked no questions, demanded no explanations for the horrific revelation or the psychotic madness that had just unfolded before them. He simply moved, his heavy shovels smoothing out the cold, unyielding dirt until the grave looked like nothing more than forgotten earth.
He finally stopped, leaning heavily against the wooden handle as his ragged breath turned into white mist in the freezing air.
"So..." Leon murmured, his sharp gaze shifting from the ground to her. "Is there anything else, Olivia?"
"No," Olivia whispered, her eyes fixed on the fresh soil. "Just... I just need a moment."
