Chapter 39 Gravesite Memories

• We both looked at the angel statue in front of us, and I stumbled, clutching my bouquet. "Do you want to talk to her first or..." I trailed off.
• He turned slightly to face me, studying my side profile in silence, and I ignored the weight of his gaze. A hot, prickling sensation churned inside me, and I wondered if that was because I was ravenous and couldn't eat my meal because of Aria and Mark's annoying grilling. I turned to face him, accepting that I was starving, not expecting the intense expression in his eyes but expecting a response.
• As his gaze returned to her final resting place, a quiet sound emanated from within him that I could have thought was a bitter laugh, perhaps related to his sister. There was stillness for a short while, then he slowly shook his head and gave me a cursory glance.