"I'll tell you all about her," Jesse promised. "Because it really wasn't fair that you didn't get to know her." He pulled open the door, letting light spill onto the various headstones and plaques inside.
The one with their mother's name on it wasn't showing too much wear, and Jesse ran his fingers over it. There was nothing keeping him in Louisiana anymore, and his mother had been dead for over a decade, but he still couldn't help but feel like he was leaving her behind. "I should've brought flowers, or something," he said quietly. "She really liked lilies."