Chapter 613

　　Tabitha's POV 　　Wilmot quickly responded, "The 22nd, why do you ask?" 　　I almost forgot about it. In a few days, it would be John's anniversary of passing. 　　Having been here recuperating for so long, my sense of time had become blurred. 　　"Could you help me prepare some mourning items, like flowers and candles?" I said softly. 　　In the U.S., people often use flowers and candles to remember the deceased. Flowers symbolize the beauty and continuation of life, while candles represent the enduring light of remembrance for the departed. 　　"Sure, Ms. Hartley." 　　I couldn't go back to Seattle. This was the first year since John's departure. I wanted to pay my respects. 　　Wilmot was not only obedient but also very efficient. 　　He not only prepared the offerings but even brought back a small toy for the dog. 　　I noticed that every time he went out, he would bring me a little trinket—sometimes a glass of lemon water, sometimes a donut, and this time, a toy. 　　I didn't reach out to take it, an