Why shouldn’t there be? My name is not that unique. But why here, was it coincidence, or something else? I stayed beside that tomb for a while, a morbid curiosity taking over my senses. Who had she been, and why are there flowers on her tomb, when every other grave is bare? I consoled myself with the thought that I had made this journey, it wasn’t as though I had been lured to this churchyard. Only I had power over my own destiny, no-one else was involved, this was just the strangest of coincidences. I felt calmed by that knowledge. After that the rest of the afternoon at the graveyard passed quickly. It was getting late when I looked at my watch and thought about the journey back to Ravens Deep. I closed the old iron gate behind me and looked at the path I had used earlier.
