Vulnerable

Alicia’s POV

A lump formed in my throat as I looked at my father's gravestone. His name is clearly written amongst his achievements and flowers. It was as lavish as someone of his position, filled with flowers and garlands but still a grave nonetheless.

Guilt and regret filled me to the brim. I hated that I wasn't able to see him before he died. I hated that I couldn't talk to him for fear of my safety and his. He died without seeing me or my sons, his grandsons.

I reached out for my boys, to hold their hands. They wouldn't hesitate to do the same and I knew it. Yet all I grasped was thin air.

What? I turned to the side to search for them only to find neither of them by my side. Where were they? Where on earth had they gone.

“Dante? Ash?” I called out. But the graveyard held no sounds. Panic sank into me. As I turned around. Every corner I looked at they weren't there.

“Ash?”

Suddenly the entire place looked vast and wide. What happened to Andy? My sons? Where on earth were they?

“We