I didn’t stop walking until I reached the cemetery.
The sun was low, casting long shadows over the quiet rows of headstones, but I knew this path by heart. The cemetery had always been my refuge—a place where I could be close to my family when everything felt like it was spiraling out of control. And right now, nothing felt more out of control than my life.
I walked slowly, my feet carrying me to the familiar row of graves. Mom. Dad. Billy. The sight of their names etched into the stone made my chest tighten. They were gone, and yet they were still here, in this quiet place where I always came when I needed them.
I crouched down in front of their graves, running my fingers over the cool stone. I could feel the tears welling up, but I blinked them back. I didn’t want to cry. I just wante
