A Satin Christening Gown Hidden Away in a Texas Cedar Chest
Under it, the nameless gray stone sat completely bare, stripped of the plastic carnations I had stuffed into the black trash bag the afternoon before.
“Is that where you used to go?” Sarah asked, looking toward the grass.
“That’s where I used to go,” I said.
We got to the parking lot, where five or six cars still sat baking in the afternoon heat.
A silver sedan with a rental sticker in the back window was parked under the pines near the edge of the property.
Sarah took a key fob out of her pocket and pressed the button.
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