Aria
He asked for the destination after we were in the car and moving. I gave him the address without explaining it. He didn't ask me to.
He never did.
I watched the city pass outside the window and I sat with the feeling that had been sitting in my chest since I woke up. Not dread, exactly.
More like the feeling of something you have been putting off for long enough that you know you have no more reasons to keep waiting.
We stopped on the way so I could buy flowers. White ones, small, simple.
Then we kept driving.
The cemetery was quiet in the way cemeteries always were, that particular stillness that had nothing to do with the absence of sound and everything to do with the weight of what was there.
I walked through it alone, following the path I had looked up and memorized beforehand because I hadn't wanted to wander.
I found her.
Sarah Brown.
