Genevieve:
"Bellamy, where are you taking me?" I insisted, wanting to know what was going on. He led me deeper into the forest until we reached a point where his steps slowed down. Casting a quick glance around, he let go of my hand.
I hesitated, contemplating whether I should make a run back to the car or allow him to explain himself.
"Why are we here?" I asked in a soft tone, trying not to trigger him. I then noticed something behind him that should have been the first thing I noticed.
Stepping back, I took a deep breath and pointed at it. "It is," he nodded, stepping out of the way and revealing an old grave covered in vines, but mostly cleaned up.
The tombstone bore a name, and in that instant, I understood why he had brought me here. "This is my mother's grave," I uttered, biting
