*Killian*
I don’t know why I bother to run. I know exactly where I will find my father, where I always find him eventually. At my mother’s grave.
Until tonight, I have never understood why my father insisted on burying my mother near a tree on our property instead of in the graveyard beside the church in the village where all my previous ancestors rest. But after hearing the tale at supper, I’m left to wonder if it was that tree in which my father first met the girl who would eventually become the love of his life.
When I see my father nearing the grave, knowing he’s going straight there and isn’t planning to wander about the moors, I slow my gait and settle into a walk. The moon is bright enough that I don’t bother with a lantern. I fight not to be irritated with the interruption. I ce
