I don’t know how long we stand there in silence, but when I’m ready to leave, Olivia presses a kiss to my lips. “Just a second, Carter. There’s something I want to do first.” She approaches my dad’s grave, and when she kneels in front of it, head bowing, my throat constricts. Her head lifts after a moment, and she lays her hand over his name before she stands and makes her way back to me. I don’t know what to say, but she doesn’t ask me to talk, so we ride in silence, her hand in mine in the center console.
