My In-Laws Threw Me Into the Rain

the rows of stone. Adrian’s grave sat beneath an oak tree, the grass still new around it.

I brushed snow from the edge of his headstone.

“Your father was charged today,” I said.

The wind moved through the branches.

“I thought I’d feel better.”

I sat on the cold ground, not caring about my coat.

“I’m doing what you asked. Or what I think you asked. The company continue reading …