Edith did not know how long has she been sitting around her mother's tomb, or when did her tears had stopped falling. Her breathing was a little unstable. She was lost and did not know what she has to do next.
After crying for a long time, the sadness and hatred in her heart became blurry and Edith felt numb all over. Her eyes were staring at the faded photograph of her mother with a blank expression. It was as if everything around her had stopped.
Her body jerked when she heard a movement coming from behind her. Her first instinct was to stand up immediately and take down the person but stopped herself when she recognized his footsteps and his scent.
A while later, Edith found herself in a warm embrace.
"Baby." His voice was hoarse. "Come back with me, alright?"
