Chapter 13 - The Night Roman Finally Let Grace Go|
The anniversary of Grace's death arrived on a rainy Thursday.
Roman had always spent that evening alone.
He would visit the cemetery.
Leave white flowers.
Then return home and lock himself in his study.
Sometimes he drank.
Sometimes he stared at old photographs.
Sometimes he simply sat in silence until morning.
But this year was different.
Lily asked to come with him.
Roman hesitated.
“Sweetheart, you don't have to.”
She looked up.
“I want to.”
He nodded.
“Okay.”
Then she asked whether Evie could come too.
Roman looked toward her.
Evie hesitated.
“This is your family tradition.”
Lily smiled.
“You're family too.”
The words made Evie's eyes fill.
Roman looked at her.
Then gently took her hand.
“If you'd like.”
She nodded.
“I would.”
They visited Grace's grave beneath a gray afternoon sky.
Lily carried a small bouquet of yellow flowers.
Roman brought white roses.
Evie held a framed photograph of Grace smiling beside her daughter.
For a long time, nobody spoke.
Then Lily knelt near the headstone.
“Hi, Mommy.”
Roman closed his eyes.
Evie's throat tightened.
Lily continued.
“I'm ten now.”
She smiled sadly.
“I like science. And I got an A on my spelling test.”
Roman laughed softly through his tears.
The little girl placed the yellow flowers beside the stone.
“Daddy's doing better.”
Roman lowered his head.
“And Aunt Mercy came back.”
Evie began crying.
Lily looked toward her.
“She helped us remember you.”
For a moment, the only sound was rain moving through the trees.
Then Roman stepped forward.
He knelt beside his daughter.
“Grace,” he whispered.
His voice broke.
“I'm sorry.”
Evie looked away.
Roman continued.
“I'm sorry I didn't listen when you tried to tell me something was wrong.”
He swallowed.
“I'm sorry I let fear and anger make me believe the wrong people.”
Tears slipped down his face.
“But Lily is safe.”
He looked toward his daughter.
“And she's happy.”
Lily wrapped her arms around him.
Roman held her tightly.
Then he looked toward Evie.
His expression softened.
“And I think I'm finally learning how to be happy again.”
Evie covered her mouth.
For six years, she'd carried the memory of Grace's final moments.
She'd wondered whether her friend would blame her.
Whether she'd done enough.
Whether she deserved to move forward.
Now she slowly approached the grave.
She placed the photograph beside the flowers.
“Grace,” she whispered.
“I tried.”
Her voice cracked.
“I wish I'd been able to bring you home.”
She began crying.
Then Lily took her hand.
“You brought me home.”
Evie looked down.
The little girl smiled through her tears.
“And Mommy would say thank you.”
Evie knelt and embraced her.
Roman wrapped his arms around both of them.
For a long moment, they stayed together beneath the rain.
Not because the grief had disappeared.
But because it no longer had to be carried alone.
That evening, they returned home.
Roman made hot chocolate.
Lily told stories about school.
Evie helped prepare dinner.
And for the first time on the anniversary of Grace's death, the house was filled with laughter.
Later, after Lily went to bed, Roman found Evie standing beside the fireplace.
She was looking at Grace's photograph.
He approached.
“Evie?”
She turned.
“Yes?”
He smiled softly.
“Thank you for coming today.”
She nodded.
“I'm glad I did.”
For several seconds, neither spoke.
Then Roman took her hands.
“I've been afraid of something.”
She looked up.
“What?”
“That loving someone again would mean betraying Grace.”
Evie's eyes filled.
“And now?”
He looked toward the photograph.
“Now I think she'd be furious with me for wasting so many years being miserable.”
Evie laughed through her tears.
“She probably would.”
Roman smiled.
Then gently touched her cheek.
“I love you, Evie.”
Her heart stopped.
For a moment, she couldn't breathe.
Then tears slipped down her face.
“I love you too.”
He leaned forward.
And kissed her.
A quiet, gentle kiss.
Nothing dramatic.
Nothing rushed.
Just two people who had spent years surviving finally allowing themselves to be happy.
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And upstairs, Lily slept peacefully.
For the first time in years, the Vale family was beginning to heal.
