Chapter 30

Emily POV

As I make my way to Liam’s grave, a light drizzle starts falling. I got sidetracked on the way here and stopped to buy him a bunch of flowers—gladiolus, his favorite.

When we were younger, there was a field of gladiolus behind our house, growing wild as far as the eye could see. Our mother hated us playing there, and she’d try to scare us with stories of snakes and spiders.

So, we’d run away and sit there for hours, making flower crowns and chains with the dainty petals. It feels like a memory that now belongs to someone else—implanted in my mind and giving the illusion that it’s real.

Like every other memory from my early childhood, it feels like it’s fading with time. Maybe if I hold onto it for long enough, it will burn itself into a part of my brain that cannot be erased.

Strange, I could never remember anything before the age of ten. My mother used to say it’s because I had a nasty fall, resulting in a brain concussion. Imagine losing a part of your memory, woosh, g