Scarlett’s POV
A month later, I stood frozen as my little angel was laid to rest in the cemetery. She would be left alone here, in the rain and sun, and I wouldn’t be able to protect her. She would be utterly alone in this place. Tears streamed freely down my face. If only I had listened to Gabriel, this wouldn’t have happened. My need for revenge had cost me the life of the one person I cherished most in this world. If only I had let her go back to Mexico, I would have the comfort of knowing she was alive and happy. But I had been too selfish, too stubborn. If only we hadn’t come back to the Philippines, none of this would have happened.
“We have to go home now,” my mother said, holding my hand.
“I can’t leave her here, Mother. She will be all alone,” I said, pulling my hand away. “She
