The light November rain turned the cemetery into a melancholy scene when Victoria Blackwood saw the sight that would change her life forever.
There, in front of her son Adrienne’s marble tomb, a young black woman in a waitress uniform held a small child, both crying as if the world had ended. Victoria stopped abruptly, her gloved hands clenching the bouquet of white lilies. At fifty-five, the heirs to the Blackwood Industries empire had never seen these two people before. But something about the woman’s posture and the child’s delicate features made her heart race inexplicably.
“Excuse me,” Victoria said, her voice cutting through the silence of the cemetery like a knife. “This is a private moment. You’re in the wrong place.” The young woman lifted her face, revealing eyes red from crying. “I’m sorry. I… I didn’t know anyone was coming today.” Her voice trembled, but there was a dignity there that Victoria hadn’t expected to….Read Full Story Here.……………….
