"I didn't do it because it was right. I did it because it was necessary. Sometimes, that's the closest thing to love I have left."
Mrs Montclair's POV
The wind is strong today-not violent, but strong. It dragged around the branches above my head, blew against my sturdy hat, and teased at the corners of my gown, flowing in its direction, but I don't mind. I always prefer this kind of weather.
I am sitting at the edge of the bench, my spine straight despite the pain I feel in my back, I have been feeling under the weather more often than not. A few pigeons are picking at something invisible, and I watch idly.
It's been years since I came here. Back then when Sinclair was just a boy, and his father still in love with me, we would walk Hand in hand. Sinclair's voice feeling the air with
