When I pulled up into the cemetery, I took the path to the office. The place was a winding labyrinth of hills and ancient trees, and I would have been fooling myself if I thought I could find my way to a plot I had only been to twice—once when I had purchased it, the other when Jonathan had been put into the ground.
I rang a bell that sat on the wooden counter, and a younger woman with a ponytail and glasses stuck her head out from around a cubicle wall.
“Can I help you?”
“Yes, I need directions to a plot.” I gave her the name and the year of the burial, and she clicked a few buttons on a computer.
“Here we go.” She pulled a map from a stack on the counter and circled a plot number in blue highlighter. “You’re the second person to ask me about that grave this week.”
I looked up from t
