Estelle Leighton hadn’t mentioned the memorial for Jackson and Greer. I knew it was being held at Silver Oak, but with there being no bodies a warrior ceremony couldn’t be held. “I’m not expecting you to come, but it would be great if you could.” Iris had said when she rang me. I was a bit surprised by the invitation, I expected they would disappear from my life now, not want to ever see or hear from me again, to put this behind them and try to move on. “I wish I could but I have a meeting with the other heads of state today. Goddess knows when it will end.” “Sounds awful.” I wasn’t sure what was the more awful of the two options. I was relieved to have a legitimate excuse, because the guilt I was still feeling was heavy enough in my heart without having to look all their friends

