I hadn’t expected to find Ella at The Attic. I had just gone in for a quick chat and beer with Joe before my trip to the cemetery. But as soon as I laid eyes on her, I knew I wanted to take her with me.
“Where are we going?” Ella asks when we’re almost there.
I stay silent until we’ve arrived and I park next to the graveyard’s entrance.
“Oh shit.” Ella slaps her forehead when she realizes where we are. “I’m so sorry, babe. I completely forgot.”
“It’s fine. He was not your father. He died long before we got together. There’s no reason for you to remember.”
“Of course there is.” Ella is wringing her hands together. I didn’t bring her here so she could make a thing about her forgetting.
“Come on.” I’ve learned that quick, firm action is sometimes the only way to get Ella out of her head
