Eric's POV:
I stood in front of my mother's grave, placed a bouquet of her favorite white roses, just like I always did, and started talking to her.
I asked her what love was, if she ever loved Ian, and whether she thought of me in that last moment before the car crash.
I told her about becoming an honorary teaching assistant, about how I'd managed to make a life for myself after leaving my father, and how I finally found Cheryl.
Finally, I stood up and said, "Someday, I'll bring her to see you. You'll like her."
Just then, I heard footsteps coming from the stone path. Fearing I'd run into Ian and end up in another argument like last year, I stepped behind a nearby tree to hide.
Soon enough, two nurses pushed a wheelchair into view. Sitting in it was a woman wrapped in a blanket, loo
