Visiting The Cemetery Meanwhile, behind the wheel, Vivian didn’t know where to go-Zachary hadn’t told her where they were going. With no clear destination, she simply kept driving, letting the open road decide their path.

Usually a chatterbox, Zachary was uncharacteristically silent today, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window, lost in thoughts she couldn’t decipher.

Several times, Vivian opened her mouth, wanting to offer him some words of comfort, but each time, she hesitated. In the end, the words remained lodged in her throat.

She had never been skilled at consoling others. All she could do was quietly accompany him, hoping he would find his own way to heal.

“Take a right turn ahead.” Zachary finally spoke.

“Okay.” Vivian did as told.

Following his directions, Vivian continued driving until the road narrowed into a secluded, winding path.