Rick and his mother

Chapter - 224

The car finally rolled to a stop, the engine's purr fading into silence. Rick stepped out of the Range Rover, taking a moment to stretch his legs. His father followed suit, closing the door behind him with a soft click. 

Rick reached into the back seat, carefully retrieving a bouquet of white orchids and a six-pack of beers. He adjusted his shirt, straightened his posture, and took a deep breath before crossing the road, his father trailing a few steps behind.

They walked through the green fields, the tall grass swaying gently in the cool breeze of the early evening. The sun was beginning its descent, casting a warm, golden glow over the landscape that seemed almost magical. The sky was a canvas of orange, pink, and purple hues, creating a serene and ethereal atmosphere.

"It's beautiful out here," Rick's father remarked, breaking the comfortable silence as they walked. "Makes you appreciate the little things, doesn't it?"