In a large and quiet cemetery, surrounded with so many graves, Olivia sat in front of her mom's grave, her eyes red and puffy.

She stood there, for what seemed like an hour, after which she dropped a bouquet of flowers and managed to drag her foot and turned around, even though they were trying to fight against her.

Morgan stood not so far away, watching her petite and fragile body walking towards him, while trying to hold in all the pain and ache she felt deep down.

His ...