CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN
November 19
1:00 p.m. Eastern Standard Time
Mount Carmel Cemetery
Reston, Virginia
REBECCA ST. JOHN
To Live, to Laugh, to Love
Luke bent and placed a dozen fresh roses at the base of the grave marker.
Then he stood beside Gunner, staring down at the gleaming black marble. Once upon a time, he might have put his hand on his son’s head and tousled his hair. The urge was still there. But it would have been awkward now, at least in part because Gunner was a lot taller than he used to be.
“Do you miss her?” Luke said.
Gunner nodded. “I miss her a lot. I pray to her every day. Sometimes I feel like she’s talking back to me.”
Luke almost envied him his feelings about her. His mother was perfect in his eyes, and would always stay that way. For Luke, so much had happe
