Chapter Fourteen
"Why are we hiding like this?" Rae peeped over the tall gravestone.
Kate rose to eye level, her forehead above the top of the grave. "Because I can feel a change in him. I think he might finally be grieving. He's never stayed behind before. I just want to make sure he's alright."
"Jesus, Kate, it's been two years now, to the day, and you don't think he's been grieving?" Her sister sat on the outer rim of an old grave. "What's he been doing? I mean, apart from being a royal pain in everyone's bum?"
In the distance, Aidan took a swig of his hipflask, continuing to talk to their son. "He's been in denial this whole time, Liz. I told you before how he hasn't once cried since the crash." It was not uncommon to not cry, but Kate understood Aidan; she knew her husband almost
