Riley stood in a graveyard, staring down at a headstone that read 'Xander Fennchapel Carver.'
He was ten when he died, a skittish little nerd with a perky attitude.
Tears started streaming down her face. Lucinda had never known him, or any of
their brothers.
"I'm sorry." She muttered, falling to her knees.
"I tried, I really did Xander." More tears came as the emotional floodgates were knocked down.
"It just happened so quickly.. I didn't even know what to think."
She bit her lip, feeling a cold presence around her, and she could have swore she felt a hand on her shoulder.
But she turned, and no one was there.
Make contact with the dead.."Xander?" She asked, tears flooding faster down her cheeks.
This was the first time she'd visited his grave since his funeral.
The vague memory of a thirteen year old in a white sundress, crying in a crowd of depressed people came into mind.
Then the memory of Xander flooded in.