The cool wind whipped at Ivette’s hair and she tucked a dark lock behind her ear. Knees wobbly, she shifted from foot to foot, silently though, so as not to disturb Cian.
He had not moved an inch or said a word since he’d placed the flowers upon their headstones that had several other similar bouquets arranged about them, causing the area to resemble a flower garden. He stood motionless, eyes vacant. Though, he said nothing, she felt his grief from feet away. The pain emanating from him was palpable and she blinked back the sting of tears she felt behind her eyes.
She thought about her parents. She had grown up alone, even when they had been with her, but it didn’t mean she didn’t love them or miss them. She couldn’t imagine what it felt like for Cian, whose family had been closely knitt
