“Because I think about it at night,” he said.

“I want to see what it looks like when it’s sunny.” We talked with his counselor and chose a quiet afternoon when he could change his mind at any point.

Joanne offered to come, but Lucas wanted only the three of us.

At the cemetery, the paths were dry and the grass bright.

The staff showed us the repaired area without making a spectacle of it.

Lucas stood a few feet from where the vault had been.