(Tracey's POV... cont'd)
The cemetery was just as I remembered it. Quiet, but not in an eerie sort of way, more like in a deeply respectful way. As I stood there looking down at my parents' graves, a single tear slowly crept down my cheek. I leaned down and sat the bouquet of roses, which were a favorite of my mothers, against the stone marker as I quietly said, “Hey mom. Hey daddy. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
I stood again and as I did, I felt Lucas slip his hand silently in mine in support. I smiled as I looked down at our entwined hands, our fingers laced together in a show of love and unity. I looked back at my parents' grave, then, and said, “Mom? Dad? I’d like you to meet the love of my life, Lucas Shay O’Dell…
… You’d like him. He’s everything you always said I deserved and so
