“Sara would like to bury… bury the baby now.” Her face was tearstained too. She glanced from my face down to the box in my hands. “Is it in there?” I nodded. “It’s beautiful.” “Where does Sara want to bury it?” “She doesn’t know.” “There’s an old oak in the woods behind my parents’ house. I used to go there when I wanted to be alone.” She smiled. “That sounds like a peaceful place. I’ll ask Sara.” “Do that.” My voice was croaky, and my throat felt dry.
