There was bone, barely concealed under a thin layer of soil. It was a shallower grave than she had imagined it would be. It stuck out from the broken ground, white against dark, jagged, broken edges pointing skyward. Laura kept digging with the trowel she had packed especially for this purpose, not content with one, single bone. I need all of you, she thought. Every single piece. I want it all back. All of it. Each part of you.
