MY shoulder-length hair was blown by the wind as I stood in front of the Henry mausoleum.

I ran my fingers through my hair before I crouched in front of my daughter's tombstone. 

"Hi," I whispered as I caressed the marble tomb. "I'm sorry I haven't been able to visit you often." A sad smile appeared on my lips. 

"I came here to apologize, baby." 

I remembered what Helen and I talked about last night on the phone when I called her. 

"You're right, Helen. I'm in love with Gideon…" I shut my eyes. "Charlie and I met yesterday…and I finally realized my feelings for Gideon. I… I'm in love...