CHAPTER 25GOODBYE AND HELLO
DAMON
I was beginning to feel like a connoisseur of cemeteries. Emily’s was a nice one, a flat carpet of well-trimmed grass, with leafy oaks and a brick wall shielding it from the world of the living, though you could hear cars pulling in and out of the library across the street. The markers here ranged from gleaming new granite at one end, to stones at the other that were soft-cornered with time, dark-streaked from decade after decade of rain.
Emily’s resting place was marked by a marble angel the size of a child, wings spread, hands clasped, gazing upward with enviable serenity. The inscription was a quote from—what else?—The Princess Bride.
“Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.”
Naomi’s hand was warm on my left arm, the rig
