Charlie didn’t really know why he was at the cemetery. Sure, he knew his parents were buried there. It was why he’d driven ninety minutes from home. But he hadn’t been there since they’d been put in the ground. He didn’t understand people who visited graves as though their loved ones were actually there.
Yet, here he was.
Charlie dropped to his haunches next to their twin graves and set down two bouquets of flowers. Maybe it was part of that thing shrinks called closure.
He didn’t think it was fair he’d lost both his parents when he was only twenty-one. It wasn’t supposed to be that way. Life sucked sometimes.
Certainly bad stuff happened to other people. He knew that. But did so much have to happen to him?
If God hadn’t taken away his older brother when Charlie was six, he might have
