Sophie had no clue where Giselle intended to go until they slowed by a quaint flower shop. On impulse, Giselle asked the driver to pull over.

Once inside, she directed the florist to craft a bouquet of pristine white roses. Her next destination was unmistakably solemn—a cemetery.

There, a cold granite tombstone, etched with the benevolent image of her grandmother, greeted her. Those tender eyes in the photograph seemed to whisper secrets of the past.

Giselle crouched ...