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"You sure you don’t want me to come with you?”
Susan gazed up at John’s compassionate face and had the urge to kiss him. Indulging the urge, she pressed a soft kiss to his lips and smiled up at him. “I’m sure. I won’t be long.”
“Take your time.” John let her hair fall from his fingers and leaned back onto the hood of the car, watching as she walked into the cemetery.
Susan made her way through the grounds, stopping at a new grave. Stoically, she knelt and placed the rose at the foot of the gravestone. Standing, she surveyed the cemetery. It was barely after midday, so the sun was casting an almost heavenly light onto the hallowed ground. Walking again, she listened to the sound of grass shuffled by her feet. One by one, she stopped at each of the graves of Gary’s victims, leaving a
