Chapter 778: Regrets That Couldn't Be Repaired

The sun blazed overhead. A light breeze drifted through, lifting Jimmy Yale's hair as heat shimmered in the air. He stood alone before the grave, his face emptied of expression, like a statue that had forgotten how to move. A dark cloud slid across the sky and swallowed the sunlight. Coolness brushed his skin. Jimmy blinked, as if waking from a long, punishing trance. He lowered himself slowly, then dropped to the stone in front of the headstone, sitting there with his legs drawn in like a child....