Chapter 27 - Peace at the Hilltop
The following afternoon marked the one-year anniversary of Olivia’s passing.
On a quiet, wind-swept hilltop cemetery, pine trees rustled softly under a clear blue sky. Grant, Ruth, and little Maisie stood before a pristine white marble headstone bearing Olivia’s name.
Grant laid a bouquet of white lilies—Olivia’s favorite flower—at the base of the stone. He held Maisie’s small hand, whispering softly, "Olivia... you can rest in peace now. The person who hurt you has been brought to justice. Our daughter is safe, happy, and growing strong."
He turned to look at Ruth, his expression filled with profound reverence. "And you can rest easy knowing she has the greatest guardian in the world by her side."
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Ruth stepped forward, gently touching the cool marble with her bandaged hand. "Mrs. Olivia, I kept my promise. Maisie will grow up surrounded by love and peace."
A gentle breeze swept across the hill, carrying the faint scent of lilies, like a soft, unspoken thank-you echoing from above.
