And for once—
I wasn’t afraid of what that meant.
Chapter 46
Logan
The smell of fresh-cut grass filled the air as I stepped out of the car, a sensory tether pulling me into the moment. The cemetery was muted in a way that only places meant for remembering ever were. Not silent; there were birds in the trees and the low hum of traffic somewhere beyond the gates. But still. Like the world knew to hold its breath here.
I parked near the edge and killed the engine. My fingers tightened involuntarily on the steering wheel, knuckles white against the black leather, as the familiar tightness wrapped around my chest. I glanced at the rear-view mirror, a fleeting hesitation crossing my mind. Six years hadn’t dulled the sensation of parking here. Not really. Grief didn’t fade; it just learned where to live.
“Daddy?” Harper asked softly. “This is Mommy’s place, right?”
“Yeah, bug.” I got out and opened her door. “This is where she rests.”
Dani stayed back, like she’d said she would. She’d brought flowers too, simple ones, and when Harper had asked if she was coming, Dani had smiled and said,I’ll be right here. You andyour dad should go first.There was an unspoken understanding in her gesture, a reassurance that she respected our space.
She didn’t push. Didn’t hover. Didn’t try to insert herself into something that wasn’t hers.
Harper hopped out of the backseat before I could remind her to stay close, clutching the small bouquet she’d insisted on picking herself. Purple daisies and white lilies. She said her mom would like purple because it was “brave but pretty.”
Dani lingered by the car.
She’d brought flowers too, but she didn’t move forward with us. Instead, she rested a hand on the door frame, giving us space without being asked.
That was her way.
“Daddy,” Harper said, tugging on my hand. “She’s over here.”
I nodded, my chest already tight. We walked together, Harper’s small steps purposeful as she led the way like she’d been here a hundred times, even though this was only her third.
Elena’s headstone caught the morning light just right. Clean. Simple. Her name was etched into stone:Elena Daughter. Mother. Wife.
Harper crouched down, arranging the flowers carefully.
“Hi, Mama,” she said softly. “I brought you new ones. These are the brave kind.”
She talked easily. About school, about losing her tooth, about the way the ocean sounded louder lately. About pancakes and milkshakes and the way Daddy sometimes forgot to buy the right cereal.
Then she glanced over her shoulder, eyes flicking toward the car.
“Oh,” she added. “And there’s someone I want you to meet.”
My breath caught.
“She’s really nice,” Harper continued, earnest. “Her name’s Ms. Dani. She helps me with my hair, and she lets me wearsparkle socks even when they don’t match. She laughs a lot, but not in a loud way when people are supposed to be quiet.”
I closed my eyes for half a second.
“She makes Daddy smile,” Harper said carefully, like it was a secret she wasn’t sure she was allowed to share. “I think you’d like her.”
“I think…” Harper hesitated, then pressed her hand to the cool stone. “I think she helps Daddy not be so sad.”
That was when I finally spoke.
“She does,” I said gently. “She helps a lot.”
I knelt beside Harper, resting my hand on the cool stone. “She’s good to her,” I said aloud. “To both of us.”
