Caroline’s tiny hand holds mine as she looks between me and the headstones. After a long while, she crawls into my lap, her blonde hair gone sandy brown from the rain. She looks up at me with big blue eyes. “Grandpa, when are mommy and daddy coming back?” With a shaky breath, I hold the handkerchief to my face, hug her to my chest, and weep with the angels.
im actually going to be sick. what the fuck is this.
