Bailey POV
Three years later
The flowers in my hand are white roses.
They were my grandma’s favorites.
I kneel down beside her headstone, carefully placing them in the small vase.
"Hi, Grandma," I say softly.
“ I am here to see you.”
The cemetery is quiet this early in the morning.
It's been a year since she passed away through a heart attack on Emma's second birthday.
It was the worst timing, but that's life…messy and complicated and never quite following the script.
"Emma asks about you sometimes," I say. "I tell her stories about you.
She is three today, stubborn as hell.”
I wipe my eyes.
"Talia and Marcus are having a baby.
I threatened Marcus that if he doesn't treat her right, he'll have to deal with me."
I smile despite the tears then stand up, brushing dirt from my
