C9 Chapter 9

Katelyn’s POV

The cemetery was quiet, the morning sun casting long shadows over the tombstones. I stood alone, staring at my mother’s name etched into the cold, gray stone.

I placed the bouquet of flowers at the base of the headstone, letting my fingers linger on the petals for just a moment.

“Goodbye,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

I didn’t stay long. The grief was there