She stepped out of the cab, her gaze fixed on the cemetery gate, and turned to the driver. “Please wait for me here… I won’t be long.” With a deep, painful sigh, Brenda entered the graveyard with the flowers in her hand.
The silence of the cemetery was haunting as Brenda carefully made her way across the row of graves, searching for Christopher’s resting place. A wave of painful emotions washed over her as she approached his grave and knelt with the flowers.
“My baby… Oh, Christopher. Mama’s here… I’ve come to see you…” Brenda broke into tears as she gently brushed her trembling hands against Christopher’s tombstone. Suddenly, a surge of disbelief gripped her when her gaze shifted to another grave right beside Christopher’s.
The epitaph etched on the headstone horrified Brenda, and she could not believe her eyes when she read, “In Loving Memory of Harper. S.”
Brenda’s heart pounded. Harper S. That name—it couldn’t be. She stumbled backward, blinking as if the words would rearrange themselves. But they didn’t. They stayed the same, mocking her with a cruel familiarity.
Harper Sullivan.
A woman Brenda had never met but had every reason to despise.
She clutched her chest as a wave of memories crashed over her—Christopher’s accident, the desperate nights in the hospital, the unanswered prayers. And Harper? She was the reason Christopher was gone. She was the driver. The woman who had walked away from the accident while Brenda’s son had not.
Tears burned in Brenda’s eyes, but now they carried a storm of emotions—grief, anger, and something else she hadn’t expected. Confusion.
Because Harper was dead.
Brenda’s fingers curled around the flowers she had brought for Christopher, her mind racing. Had Harper’s guilt consumed her? Had karma done its work? No one had ever told Brenda what happened to Harper after the trial, after the judge had ruled it an accident.
She reached out and traced the date on the stone. Harper had died only three months after Christopher.
A lump formed in Brenda’s throat. Suddenly, the anger she’d clung to for so long began to tremble, unsure of its place. She glanced around the cemetery, as if expecting someone to step out and explain this mystery. But there was only silence, the kind that settles deep in your bones.
A rustling sound made her turn. A woman stood a few feet away, watching her. She looked to be in her late thirties, her face drawn and tired, her hands wrapped tightly around the straps of her purse.
“Brenda?” the woman’s voice was uncertain, but there was recognition in her eyes.
Brenda stiffened. “Do I know you?”
The woman hesitated before taking a small step forward. “I’m Olivia Sullivan. Harper’s sister.”
Brenda inhaled sharply.
Olivia’s gaze flickered to Harper’s grave. “I was hoping I’d run into you.”
Brenda’s jaw clenched. “What do you want?”
Olivia exhaled shakily, stepping closer. “I just… I wanted to tell you the truth. About Harper.”
Brenda’s hands balled into fists. “I know the truth. She took my son from me.”
Olivia shook her head, her eyes brimming with tears. “She never forgave herself, Brenda. She never lived another normal day after that accident. You don’t know what it did to her.”
Brenda scoffed, anger flaring again. “I don’t care what it did to her. She got to go home. My son didn’t.”
Olivia nodded solemnly. “And that destroyed her.”
Brenda frowned.
“Harper quit her job, shut herself off from the world,” Olivia continued, her voice thick with emotion. “She visited Christopher’s grave every week. She wrote letters to him, letters she never sent because she knew you’d never want to hear from her.”
Brenda swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to the ground.
“She told me over and over again that if she could trade places with him, she would. She tried to reach out to you, but she was too afraid.” Olivia’s lips trembled. “Three months after the accident, she… she ended her life.”
Brenda gasped softly.
“She never forgave herself, Brenda. And I don’t expect you to forgive her either,” Olivia whispered. “I just needed you to know that she wasn’t the monster you think she was.”
Brenda felt something shift inside her. The rage she had nurtured for months suddenly felt… misplaced. She had spent so long hating Harper, blaming her, wishing for her suffering. But Harper had suffered. More than Brenda had known.
A heavy silence settled between them. Brenda turned back to Christopher’s grave, her tears falling freely. She still missed him, still ached for him. That would never change. But now, as she looked at the grave beside his, she felt something unexpected.
Pity.
Maybe even sorrow.
She let out a slow breath and reached into her bouquet, pulling out a single flower. With a shaky hand, she placed it on Harper’s grave.
It wasn’t forgiveness. Not yet. But maybe, someday, it could be.
Brenda stood up and looked at Olivia, who was crying quietly. She gave her a small nod before turning to leave.
As she walked back to the cab, she felt lighter than she had in months.
Grief and pain had changed her, but today, she had learned something else.
Hate doesn’t heal.
Letting go does.
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