Cheryl's POV:
'What's holding me back?'
The issues between us clearly weren't something that could be fixed just by cutting ties with his father or settling a bill.
I muttered in my mind, 'Eric, let me tell you what's holding me back. It's you.'
Ian turned around, clearly running out of patience, and his gaze landed on the hand Eric was holding onto.
I gently pulled my hand away from Eric's, pressed down the sadness in my chest, and whispered, "Eric, let the past stay in the past. We both need to move forward."
As the car started, I looked out the window and saw Eric standing alone in front of the grave with his head bowed. His tall figure looked so fragile.
He was in so much pain, but I couldn't comfort him the way I used to anymore.
*****
Two years ago...
I'd never forget that
