"Come on, sweetheart," Leo says softly. "Let's head home, hmm?"

You reluctantly look away from the marble memorial stone, tear tracks on your cheeks, a blank expression on your face.

".. Yeah," you whisper. "Let's."

You didn't want to. It was so quiet without your daughter there anymore.

She had been such a little giggly child.

No one thought that her own father would kill her. Her own father. Your ex husband. Jared Miller.

It was still an open wound for you.

And Leo was working on it.