Friday afternoon, before Emily got home, Sean grabbed a bottle of wine and headed to the cemetery. When Emily started school, Sean made it a habit to go talk to Angela. He would tell her about Emily, how smart she was, the things she was doing, and how he wished Ang were there to be a part of it.
There were days he would drink and yell at her. Sometimes he would get mad and tell her he hated her for what she did. Other times he would talk about his life, and how much he missed her.
He always went alone, and he always brought wine. Merlot. Angela wasn’t old enough to drink when she died, but she loved the smell of merlot. She planned to drink a bottle of Amavita merlot when she turned twenty-one. She never got there.
He took the familiar path through the cemetery north of Bereton up the
