CORRIE

The cool evening breeze brushed against me, scattering my hair across my face and leaving a chill that settled deep in my bones. I held a bouquet of roses, lowering myself slowly before placing it gently ontop Haven’s grave.

My gaze lingered on the dates etched into the stone. He had only been four years old when he was murdered.

My body trembled where I knelt as I felt Emmette step quietly beside me. I lifted myself up and tilted my head down, fighting to keep the tears from spilling.

I didn’t know what I had been expecting, but a part of me thought that, somehow, being here would...