I didn’t yell. I didn’t scream. I just turned around and walked all the way to Pinecrest Cemetery. My dad always told me he wanted to be buried right next to my mom, so I needed to go see his name on the headstone.

An old gardener stopped me near some big trees.

“Who are you looking for, young man?” he asked.

“Camden Dennis,” I replied. “His wife told me he’s buried here.”

The old man looked at me with sad eyes.

“You’re Finnley, aren’t you?”