"We had visitors," Ramge said as he placed another bright, fabric flower on a thin wire stem into the stone vase at the base of his sister's tomb. He brought them often, changing them out when they began to look dull or worn.

Valentina had tried so hard to shield him. In the end, she had shielded him...

"You wouldn't believe who," he continued, before checking to make sure he was alone and even then still leaning close to whisper that somewhere not there, Iris still lived.

He had a flower for Iris as well.

For Rachel, only silence, still...