Chapter 72

After the service, I asked Father Ginderbach if he would come with us to the Baptist cemetery across town. “We’re going to put flowers on Kayla’s grave. She was Noah’s mother.”

“I remember,” he said.

“It would mean a lot to him if you…”

“I’ll follow you over,” he promised.

We got into our vehicles and drove across town to the cemetery where the Baptists were buried. Our footsteps took us along a familiar path to the Warren’s final resting place. A headstone for Mr. and Mrs. Warren had already been erected, with their names and birthdates etched on it, waiting only for the final details to be added when their respective times came.

Next to their marker was another bearing the name “Kayla Anne Warren” and the inscription, “Beloved Daughter, Gone Too Soon.”

Noah put flowers on his mother’s grave, stood there for a long time.

“At least she’s in a better place,” Mama offered as we waited.

“I hope so,” I said.