Married To A Robot

The evening was a bit warm. The weather in Haston city was so unpredictable that people had to take a second opinion after listening to the weather forecast for the day. It made one wonder if the ancestors had offended the gods of the sky in a way.

Bryan hugged his sweater tight to himself as he moved along the burial ground, The Final Rest cemetery. He regretted ever wearing the sweater in the afternoon but then again it was biting cold and he needed to keep warm but it suddenly became so warm.

He looked around at the unfamiliar faces and looked for the one person he came here for, Angelina's mother ma'am Janet. Today was the second funeral of Miss Angelina.

It was a bit painful to be reminded that you had lost a daughter in such a fashion. Having your dead child, which was ripped away from you by a cold murderer, exhumed and taken away was something sad. He didn't know how the woman would take the news but surprisingly she was pretty calm.