Found out

The sky was overcast, a fitting backdrop for the somber occasion. Abby stood at the edge of her father's grave, the freshly turned earth still dark and moist. Her shoulders were slumped, and her usually composed demeanor was shattered, reflected in the way she clutched her coat tightly around her. Large sunglasses obscured her eyes, but Cage could sense the depth of her grief and exhaustion.

Cage had been surprised when he received Abby's call. After their last encounter, he hadn't heard from her, and he'd assumed she wanted nothing more to do with him. Yet here he was, standing beside her at her parents grave, feeling a mixture of sadness and confusion. He glanced at Abby, noting the tension in her posture.

As they stood in silence, Abby's soft voice broke through the stillness. "He found out the truth," she whispered, barely audible over the whispering wind.