AVERY held Lucas' hand tight, trying to get some form of warmth from him. It felt like the cold of the cemetery was sinking into her bones, sinking deep, so deep that she thought she'd always feel this cold—
“You’re okay,” Jamie whispered, from her other side. “You’re going to be fine.”
“We can leave, if you want,” Lucas said, his voice low and soothing. “You don’t have to do this.”
Avery steeled herself, gripping his hand tighter. “No, I do. I have to do this.” She walked forward, both the boys following her.
She’d been here once, alone. It had been hard, so hard, but she’d made it. So she knew which way to go, knew exactly what path to take this time, with the two most important men in her life now.
She led them to the three graves. And the figure in front of them.
“Hi, Myra, Hei-
