Chapter 9
By dusk a fine rain had started. Father’s Memorial Day was months away, but I couldn’t wait. I went to see Dad one last time.
Stone markers stretched to the horizon. I wasn’t afraid. The dead are gentle. It’s the living whose hearts are terrifying.
Raindrops blurred Dad’s photo. My vision blurred wi...
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1. Chapter 1
2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
8. Chapter 8
9. Chapter 9
10. Chapter 10
11. Chapter 11
12. Chapter 12
13. Chapter 13
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