A teenage girl is kneeling by the freshly dug grave. She places a bouquet of flowers in front of it and wiped the tears from her face.
"I'm sorry for your loss," I call. She jumps when she hears me.
"Sorry officer. Did you want to ask what you've been asking for the last few months?"
"Yes," She looks at me, perhaps trying to decide if I'm trustworthy.
She walks over to the bench and pats the space next to her. Once I'm sat down she speaks again
"Ask" I look at her for a moment. She stares back.
" How did he die?"
"Suicide" Finally an answer.
"Why?" She frowns. I'm thinking that I pushed my luck when she smiles again.
"Its a long story" Its my turn to smile.
"I have a long time"

Thank you for reading the first chapter which was made with thymajestictree . I hope you will enjoy the rest of it