The next morning after breakfast I went with Rob to the cemetery. It was weird and I wasn't feeling entirely okay with being here by Iris's grave. I didn't know her, yet she had such a huge impact on my life. She was supposed to be my aunt, but fate had other plans for her. If she was anything like my Izzy, and from what I heard she was, her death was a big blow.
Her tombstone was well kept, with freshly cut flowers and aside from the fact that underneath the surface lays a girl even younger than I am now, it looked lovely. Like she wasn't forgotten, but people who had a chance to meet her still cared.
I glanced at Rob standing on my side and he had his usual emotionless expression, but the force with which he held my hand, almost on the verge of making it painful, but not enough for m
