Chapter 38 – Missed Moments
Three graves sat atop the hill, the grass around them short and well-tended, newly-planted flowers at their bases. Ed knew from the delicate white petals they were trilliums – Winry's favorite.
"I got them in the ground a bit late this year," she admitted, crouching to pinch off a withered leaf. "But it was the first time Gran needed some too."
Ed caught a glimpse of the time he'd missed as she patted and smoothed the ground of his father's headstone, her care palpable. The image of her cradling young flowers and gardening tools up the rise alone came to mind.