Viya's POV
On the anniversary, I left New York early in the morning and drove to Lakeside City.
When I reached the Werewolf's cemetery, there were already several bunches of daisies and sunflowers placed in front of my parents' headstone.
I hadn't felt that sad initially, but seeing the names carved into the stone made tears stream uncontrollably down my face.
"Dad... Mom..."
I slowly crouched down, wiping at dust that didn't exist on the headstone with my bare hands. I tried to smile, but I only cried harder.
"I'm doing really well now. But I don't know... how you're doing up there."
"My new medication launched. Don't worry—I'm going to work hard like you did and save a lot of people too."
I sniffled, and when my palm covered my belly, I finally managed a genuine
