Chapter 35The next day, I told Philip I wanted to go for a car ride. “I need to get away for a while.”
“What about your mom?”
“She said she’s having lunch with the Bellinghams.”
“Where do you want to go?”
I grabbed the urn with my father’s ashes. “I’ll show you.”
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We were in the car for three and a half hours when Philip, showing signs of fatigue, yawning and struggling to stay awake, pulled into the entrance to the Grand Canyon National Park.
I paid the exorbitant skywalk entrance fee for two, even though we’d only be there for a short time, and Philip and I walked into the park with my father’s remains.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Philip asked, rambling behind me along the glass bottom trail, overlooking the magnificent views of the Grand Canyon.
Along with a crow
