In the Steele family cemetery, a new headstone was erected. Right next to our parents.Not many people came to the funeral.Uncle Zac, leaning on his cane, stood before my newly filled grave, tears rolling down his cheeks.But I only had eyes for Farrow.Farrow knelt before the headstone, his knees sinking into the damp earth.He was wearing the black trench coat I had given him for my eighteenth birthday, looking like an empty shell, drained of all life.He personally placed my urn in its niche, right between Mom and Dad."Father, Mother," he said, his voice as hoarse as if he had swallowed sand."I lost Grace.""I was blind, blinded by cheap hatred, and I mistook an enemy for family.""Don't be in a hurry to judge me. My punishment is already waiting."His fingers traced the smiling photo on my headstone, his voice as soft as a sigh."Grace, my Principessa.""Is it cold down there? Have you seen Mom and Dad? You should be telling them all the bad things I did.""You won't have to wai
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