December
Tires crunched over the gravel as the car slowed and Sterling cut the engine. The view was just as he remembered – tall evergreens scattered among the gravestones, overlooking the bay. At least it wasn’t raining today, although the gray covered them like a blanket. Gray water reflecting silvery clouds.
One year.
One year since they’d buried Johnny. There were still days when the grief sliced through him with a swiftness and intensity that stole his breath. Still days when a random comment from a stranger, or the late afternoon light streaming through the trees triggered a memory that tightened his throat.
Emma covered his hand with hers. “It’s a beautiful spot,” she said quietly. “So peaceful.”
He nodded. “Yeah. I feel like if you’re gonna have a view for eternity, this one d
