From here, the man kneeling beside Danny’s grave and arranging yellow flowers seemed hauntingly familiar. He had wide shoulders and a slight head droop. God, I’d seen that a thousand times at supper.
Are you okay, ma’am? Thomas’ voice seemed distant.
“Yes,” I said, returning his phone. “Thank you. “I know him.”
Kevin slid into a chair after closing his eyes. “I never intended to tell you. It wasn’t. that wasn’t for show.”
“Why, Kevin? You and Danny… You were hardly there.”
When he looked up, tears filled his eyes. Joyce, you’re mistaken. We reached the end.”
Alice came downstairs but stopped when she felt tension. “What’s up?”
Kevin turned to his wife after looking at me. “Your mom knows about cemetery visits.”
Visits to the cemetery? You talking about what?
“The roses we saw at your father’s grave that day… Someone has left flowers there weekly for a year. I learned it was Kevin today.”
Alice looked at her husband confused. “You visited Dad’s grave? Every week? Why didn’t you tell me?
Kevin shook his hands flat against the table. Due of my desire to conceal the truth. He died that night.
The room fell silent and my heart raced.
“What truth?” Alice murmured.
Kevin shuddered. “I put your dad on that road that night.”
Feeling blood pour from my face. “What are you saying?”
