Ravena's POV
I arrived at the cemetery where my family was buried, my steps slowing as I stared at the rows of gravestones ahead and when I finally reached them, I froze.
The gravestones had been carefully cleaned. The weeds were gone, the ground swept, and fresh flowers had been laid. It looked as though someone came here often, tending them with care I had not expected.
My fingers traced my father’s name carved into the stone. “Who has done this?” I whispered under my breath. “Who keeps watch here when I could not?”
Suddenly, a rustling noise broke the quiet and my head snapped up. From the tall grass nearby came movement, then the sound of small footsteps. A little boy ran out, his laughter echoing in the still surroundings. He was no more than six or seven, with messy hair and tor
