When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1770

Chapter 1770 Visiting The Cemetery
Meanwhile, behind the wheel, Vivian didn't know where to go—Zachary hadn't told her where they were going. With no clear destination, she simply kept driving, letting the open road decide their path.

Usually a chatterbox, Zachary was uncharacteristically silent today, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window, lost in thoughts she couldn't decipher.

Several times, Vivian opened her mouth, wanting to offer him some words of comfort, but each time, she hesitated. In the end, the words remained lodged in her throat.

She had never been skilled at consoling others. All she could do was quietly accompany him, hoping he would find his own way to heal.

“Take a right turn ahead.” Zachary finally spoke.

“Okay.” Vivian did as told.

Following his directions, Vivian continued driving until the road narrowed into a secluded, winding path.

From a distance, she noticed a cemetery nestled halfway up the hill.

“You can stop here,” Zachary said quietly.

“Okay.”

The car rolled to a halt, and he stepped out. Vivian followed suit, closing the door behind her before making her way to his side.

“Where is this?” she asked.

“The Sinclair family cemetery,” Zachary replied, his voice void of emotion.

Vivian fell into step behind him, remaining silent.

They walked past rows of tombstones until Zachary finally stopped in front of one. Here, a couple lay buried side by side.

Vivian's gaze landed on the two black-and-white portraits engraved in the stone—one on the left, one on the right. The man and woman bore a striking resemblance to Zachary, appearing to be in their twenties or thirties.

They had passed away far too soon, their lives cut short in their prime.

Zachary stood still, his gaze locked onto the etched portraits of his parents. His expression remained unreadable as he softly called out, “Dad, Mom.”

Vivian stepped up beside him and spoke. “I'm Vivian, Zachary's wife.”