Chapter 104 One-hundred And Four

• Evans
• The air is wet in the aftermath of rain, and there's condensation beading on the surface of the polished gravestones at Woodlawn cemetery. I kneel into the dewey grass regardless, ignoring the dampness, and lay a bouquet of fresh daffodils in front of Serena's grave.
• They were her favorite. Every springtime, as kids, we had a competition to see which of us could find the first daffodil shoots of the season.