Chapter 11
Summer
The cemetery was a lonely yet beautiful place. There were rows of flowers in every shade of color, lined all the way up the field and around a pond in the center. Austin’s plot was on a hill overlooking the pond. If it wasn’t for the support of his MMA friends, I couldn’t have afforded this elaborate of a resting place. They’d funded the entire service to help me out financially. There was a monument that stood about eight feet tall of an angel warrior, depicting how they all saw Austin in their minds. He was loved by his friends, and especially by me.
The flowers I’d left a week ago were wilted so I took them off his grave and replaced them with the season’s first set of fall-colored flowers. I sat down on the grass and stared at his name, tracing my finger along the
