Rowan
Two Months Later
The cemetery was quiet.
Too quiet.
The kind of quiet that made a person think.
The kind that forced memories to surface whether you wanted them or not.
I stood in front of Ava's grave with my hands buried inside my jacket pockets.
The morning air felt cool against my skin.
A gentle breeze moved through the rows of headstones.
Somewhere nearby, birds chirped.
Life is moving forward.
Life refuses to stop.
Even after everything.
My eyes settled on the name engraved into the stone.
AVA MORGAN
Simple.
Permanent.
Real.
For years I had searched for answers.
For years I had chased ghosts.
For years I had carried anger like a second heartbeat.
Now the truth was finally out.
The lies had been exposed.
The guilty had been arrested.
The investigation had
