A cold drizzle fell as Alexander guided Leo up the damp stone path through Greenwood Cemetery. Olivia's simple headstone stood among rows of marble markers—yet hers was unadorned, save for a single cluster of windflowers blooming defiantly at its base. Leo clutched Alexander's hand, his small face pinched with confusion and sorrow.
“Daddy…" Leo's voice trembled. “Why is Mama sleeping here?"
Alexander knelt, brushing raindrops from Leo's curls. “Mommy had to go away for a little while, sweetie. But she's always with us—in our hearts." He ruffled Leo's hair. “Today, we're honoring her promise."
Leo's lip quivered. “Honoring?"
Alexander retrieved an envelope from his coat pocket labeled *“For Leo"* in Olivia's flowing handwriting. He handed it to his son. “Your nightlight, remember?"
Leo
