#Chapter 247: Family Time

Almara’s Pov On the way home we make a pitstop to a very special place. “Why are we seeing more dead bodies?” Grace asks, her tone telling me we are nearing a full-blown tantrum. “This body belongs to someone very important in our family,” I tell her calmly and hike her up on my hip. I’m not sure if my words got through to her, or maybe it’s her father's serenity as we ascend up one final hill to where Bess lays. Bess’s gravestone is set apart from the hundreds nearby in many ways. For one it looks the newest, even though I know in a matter of days it won’t be as families gather to bury their recently deceased loved ones. Hers is also the largest and looks even bigger as it sits perched on the top of the hill, guarded off by a short simplistic white fence decorated with bold red-roses. The sun is beginning to set, casting golden streaks behind the head of her stone. Roman opens the gate and let’s Arthur in first. “Aren’t you going in, mommy?” Grace asks. “Not ye