Zara’s POV

As silent as a graveyard, that phrase had never felt so real.

Deep silence greeted me as I walked slowly into the cemetery, my heels entering the soft earth as I took each step. Even the wind seemed to tiptoe behind me as though it was trying not to awaken the ghosts. 

I really disliked coming here because of the sadness it brought, but I had to.

Today. It was my mother’s death anniversary and, coincidentally, my dead unborn child’s death anniversary. I wasn’t surprised that ...