The funeral director found me standing away from everyone else, near the edge of my mother’s grave.
At first, I thought he had come to offer condolences.
Earl had known my mother for years. A decade earlier, she had arranged and prepaid for her own funeral at Meadow Rest, listing every detail herself because she was the kind of woman who never liked leaving important things to chance.
He stood beside me silently for a moment while the pastor continued speaking.
Then he leaned closer.
