Chapter 240

Gideon's POV

In the pouring rain, I watched as Maeve stood in front of the tombstone holding an umbrella, looking so lonely and crushed.

Noticing the rain gradually wetting the hem of her clothes, I finally softly spoke up, "Let's go back. It's getting late."

She just quietly stood there as if she could vanish into the wind at any moment.

Losing another loved one once again dealt a heavy blow to h