Ian's POV

A wind whistled past me and made its way to the trees before the plains. I sat on the floor, my hand holding a flower. Looking at the stone of her grave made tears race down my cheeks. I've missed her so much.

"Here, I got you roses, your favorite" I wiped my tears with the heel of my palm and dropped the the roses on her grave. "It's been a month since you left me." I smiled, tears sipping into my mouth. "I miss your home made cookies. They were really delicious." I chuckled. "Now Zara bakes for us and her cookies taste like burnt shit. Don't...