“Um… are those for her?” he asked quietly, nodding toward the flowers. She looked up again. “Sort of,” she said. “My dad brought them. He went back to the car, but I wanted to pick a few more.” Lucas blinked. “Your dad knew her?” “I think so,” she said, standing and brushing off her knees.
“He said he saw something about her in the paper a while back. Said he used to know her before I was born.” Lucas furrowed his brow, glancing toward the cemetery’s edge, where a silver sedan idled near the entrance. A man stood outside it now, one hand on the roof, scanning the rows of stones.