Chapter 119
- Elizabeth POV
- I stood on the cracked path, mud caking my shoes, and stared at the unmarked plot where my parents lay. The cemetery was almost empty except for the groundskeeper smoking by the gate, pretending not to watch me. The wind clawed at my coat, biting through the wool. I shivered and pulled it tighter, my fingers digging into the seams.
- I hadn’t been here in years.