Grace.
Hannah.
Ethan.
And the two girls.
They stood quietly before the gravestone.
Finally, Emma stepped forward.
“Hi, Mom Grace.”
Lily placed the drawing beside the flowers.
“We’re okay now.”
Ethan closed his eyes.
For two years he had visited that grave consumed by grief.
This time felt different.
This time there was hope standing beside him.
“We found each other,” he whispered.
The wind moved softly through the trees.
For the first time, it didn’t feel lonely.
That evening they returned home.
After dinner, Lily climbed into Ethan’s lap.
“Dad?”
“Yes?”
“Are we staying forever?”
Ethan smiled.
“Yes.”
“Really forever?”
“Forever.”
Emma looked up from the couch.
