The path they walked on curved through the cemetery, bringing them to a small hill where Mason's family was laid to rest. The closer they got, the more tense Mason became. With his fists balled up, he seemed to brace himself for what was coming. It had been years since he had come here—years of running away from the grief, the guilt, the memories.
When they reached the top of the hill, Ellen slowed her pace, her eyes scanning the neat row of tombstones in front of them. Mason's breath hitched as he spotted the three headstones that marked the resting place of his father, his mother, and his older brother. When he saw their names in the stone, it hit him like a punch to the stomach.
