“This isn’t Joe,” Logan says, staring at the ashes swirling around their legs. Rosemary knows she’s crying too. “It isn’t all of Joe,” Rosemary corrects. Because it is part of him. The part of him who wanted to return to this place where he lived with the love of his life. The part of Joe who loved this cottage and these trees. The Joe who loved Rosemary and Logan best of all and wanted them to be as happy here as he was once.
