Let your sensitivity lead the way

I'd stopped to rest my backpack on the low wall that ran along the outside edge of the cemetery. Fumbling around for my gloves, I heard a car pull up on the road behind me. I turned to see what was happening as the driver called out:

"Do you know where the correctional centre is for the bad people?"

As he drove away, the emotion bubbled up hot and strong, my heart broke, and the tears fell.