Tristan knelt before my parents' graves.
A night of rain had soaked through his clothes. His forehead was split open, and blood ran down along his brow bone, mixing with rainwater as it dripped into the mud.
Once he had been so proud. The Major General of the Locke family, looked up to by everyone, his every nod from above seeming like an act of charity. Now he knelt there, his back curved, his voice hoarse to the point of being almost inaudible.
"Father, Mother, I was wrong. I failed to protect Selene. I hurt her, and I hurt Daisy too."
He spoke and bowed his head hard against the stone again. The step before the headstone was stained red in a small patch of blood.
I stood three paces away and watched in silence. There was no ache. There was no satisfaction either. So this was what c
