The Heiress

Shane Glazier

A hand put down fresh white iris on Shane’s grave and then moved to the next grave to put down the red roses.

Rachel Glazier’s favorite red roses.

Isla drew a deep breath, looking over their graves next to each other, and she recalled a missed take on Cynthia and Alfred’s deliberate attempt to keep her father away from the woman he loved, even after his death. She should’ve understood that they were cruel people who didn’t even care about the last wish of the dead man. It was she who firmly stood against them and did what her father wanted. To rest beside his beloved woman.

“It will be my second honeymoon with Rachel!” Isla chuckled, recalling her father joking about his death and Veronica frowning.

“Why do you always end up talking about death when I mention Mom?” Veronica knitted her eyebrows.

“Death is the last truth of life! Why do you get so upset?” Shane asked.

“Because I don’t want to lose you! I don’t want to lose anyone!” Veronica crossed her arms across h