So when I’d been confronted with her mutilated body, this was the only place I could think of to lay her to rest.
She’s spending forever here, indeed. Just not the way we planned.
Once we park, Matvei and I head in the direction of Aurora’s grave. It’s a grove of trees that stand guard around two white marble headstones.
One for my wife.
One for my son.
But there’s only a single body buried in the plots. Yuri’s name might be etched into the marble but his body rests somewhere else entirely. No matter how far and wide I’ve searched, I’ve never been able to find a trace of him.
“You okay?” Matvei asks quietly as we approach.
“Fine.”
“When’s the last time you came here?”
“Been a while,” I admit. “Too long.”
“You know, I can bury Vitya on my own. You don’t need to—”
I shoot him a vi
