The Groundskeeper Handed Me My Father’s Secret Instead of His Grave

in a bucket. “About fourteen months ago. Maybe a little more. He came out here just before closing. Sat by your mother’s marker for near an hour.”

“My mother is here.”

“She is.”

He nodded toward the western edge of the cemetery. “Section D. Third row. Camden paid for the double plot back in ’08.”

I swallowed. “And he told you he wasn’t dead.”

“He told me continue reading …