just a coward discovering he’s run out of road.”
I said nothing.
But for the first time, I understood that Adrian was no longer hiding from what he had done.
At the cemetery, we walked between endless rows of white markers.
Finally, Adrian stopped.
There it was.
A simple stone.
James’s name carved into it.
After fifty-six years.
Adrian remained several steps behind me.
“Mary—”
“Go back to the car.”
He nodded.
“I need to be alone.”
He walked away.
And finally, for the first time since James disappeared, nobody
