67. Quell

For the first time since after the funeral, Emily made her way into the cemetery. Pulling her coat tighter around her figure, and popping her collar to shield against the wind, Emily progressed along the rows and rows of tombstones.

It didn't take her long to find her father, the plain tombstone stood out amongst its ostentatious counterparts.
Emily sat in the snow at the foot of the grave. Silently.

Time passed, and she still had questions about her fathers death, ones he couldn't answer. “I'll put an end to it,” she said with finality, promise saturated her tone.