Two open graves.
Side by side.
Resting together. Forever.
Melanie’s fingers were enclosed in Vince’s hand. Her eyes hadn’t left Susie’s grave since the priest made his final blessing but she’d neither spoken nor wept. She wore the ridiculous frilled black dress Carla had bought which she’d told him in secret wasn’t very comfortable. Liz had been close by during the ceremony and he’d felt her hand on his arm a few times.
Close to one hundred people were here and as they began to break up into smaller groups to quietly talk, Melanie released his hand and ran to Carla. He almost stopped her, but this wasn’t the place or time to make a stand of some sort.
For a few minutes he spoke to the priest and to David’s mother, a frail woman who barely understood why she was there and was accompani
