Jesse put the truck in park and turned to look at Daniella. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
She stared out the windshield for a long, silent minute. “Yeah. I’m sure.” She reached for the buckle and unfastened her seatbelt. Jesse hurried around to open the door for her, and help her down from the passenger seat.
She stepped aside so that he could shut the door, and stared out over the cemetery. It was beautiful, and peaceful, the new spring grass was emerald green, and a lot of the trees were blooming in shades of pink and white. Daniella hadn’t attended the funeral, out of respect for the Hardigan family. She figured nobody wanted to see the person who killed your son at his funeral.
All in all, the Hardigan's had been very understanding. Mr. Hardigan had even come to the
