Jensen Morrison led Ivy Holden to bow before Cynthia Zimmers's gravestone.
Ivy Holden spotted a blue corner of paper on the edge of the offering table before the gravestone.
She crouched down, pinched the corner of the paper, and gently lifted it. It was a note from a memo pad.
While your bones dissolve in the earth below, I live on in this world, my hair white as snow.
Looking at the handwriting on the note, Ivy Holden's heart ached.
'This isn't Zachary Thorne's handwriting. I know this script intimately, having grown up practicing the piano with the musical scores he'd written.'
This was Carson Holden's handwriting.
Looking at the bouquet of lilies of the valley again, Ivy felt completely different.
'I had always thought of my mother as a tragic figure. She had loved Carson Holden with all her heart, an unrequited love that had earned her nothing in return but a plot of earth.'
'She hadn't even earned a sliver of his sympathy. It truly wasn't worth it.'
