At a cemetery in Norchester, the early autumn sun filtered through the gaps in the canopy, scattering the lingering gloom of the past days.
I bent down and gently placed a bouquet of dew-covered white lilies in front of my father's headstone.
In the photo on the stone, my father's smile was still as gentle as ever. Ten full years. I had finally obtained justice for him.
"Dad, the truth about what happened back then has been fully uncovered. The people who hurt you have all paid their due price." I reached out and brushed a fallen dead leaf from the stone's surface. My voice was remarkably calm. "It's all over."
The soft sound of footsteps crushing fallen leaves came from behind me.
I turned my head. David and Nancy stopped about two steps away, each holding a bouquet of white chrysant
