Aunt May's Grave Novels & Stories

“Yes, ma’am.” Aunt May studied him for a long moment, eyes searching his face not with anger, but with a weary curiosity. “She loved you,” she said simply. The words hit harder than any accusation. Jaden’s throat closed. “I know.” “No,” she said gently. “You don’t. She talked about you like you were home.” Trisha looked down, swallowing hard. Aunt May turned back to Nora, smoothing her hair carefully. “Wake up,” she whispered. “Please. I can’t bury my sister and lose you too.”

Next, May was walking out and all she could do was to Walk behind her, counting her steps. May knew Audrey was confused about her words and her reaction when the message was delivered. But she didn't have time to explain, or perhaps, she doesn't want to explain herself yet. She couldn't have visited her father's chamber anyways, but she needed to pay her last respect to him. Once at the chambers, Audrey told May she was going to stand outside and wait for her. Audrey knew May will refuse so she had added to the fact that she hated seeing died bodies and it'll make her cry alot. May had nodded and went in all alone.

"No honey, you are not bad, The circumstances we are in is to be blamed." Mrs. Hudson introduced Maya to Ella, and she hugged and kissed her uncle. When they both left, her mum decided to drop her off back to school, she needed the activity to clear her thoughts. "Has he been buried," Maya asked her mum as she drove her to school. Her mother looked at her in confusion. "I mean my father, has he been buried." "Yes, he was cremated and his ashes thrown in a lake by your aunt." "Okay " was all Maya could mutter.

Camila was already gorgeously dressed, and I was still getting ready when a knock came. “Miss Celina,” an attendant said politely, bowing. “Mrs. Martin has asked for you.” My brows knit. Now? With minutes left before the party? Still, I followed. Aunt May was waiting outside, near the back terrace where the sea breeze swept in and the last colors of sunset clung to the sky. She turned at my approach, her face gentler than I’d ever seen it. “Thank you for coming,” she began. “I wanted to tell you something—something I’ve never told anyone outside this family.”

Glancing around I didn’t see any roads in or out and I wondered if this was a private cemetery. The first grave I came to had an angel that had her face hidden in her hands as if she was weeping. The date was barely visible but I could just make out 1802. I couldn’t tell if it was a birth date or the date of death. Looking around I saw a few graves toward the back that looked to be newer. Making my way through the graveyard I noticed one grave that stuck out. It appeared to be fresh, the grass not yet growing over the loose soil. The statue on this grave was not grand just a simple cross but I gasped as I read it. It was Aunt Violet’s grave. I knelt down and rubbed at her name etched into th