Cam nodded. “Destiny Cemetery is our final destination.”
“I know that, but I’m in no rush to go there. The memorial service should have already ended anyway. It’s too late for me to attend.” Were he and Dylan trying to force her to see her parents’ graves and have some kind of epiphany? Her heart was racing.
“It’s our final destination for today. You remember Dylan telling you he had a plan to help you with your demons?”
“I don’t need to face anything. You’ve already helped me. You and Dylan.” It was difficult to be here again.
“More to come, baby. More to come.”
“No. Take me back to town. I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can.”
Old memories rose from the recesses of her mind. “Please, Cam. This is too much.”
“Trust me.” He grabbed her hand and drove the car through the ornate gate.
She’d noticed that gate at the first memorial service for her parents and the other parents who had died in the crash. It was the only one she’d ever attended. The angel statues on either side of the gate had given her some comfort that day. She’d thought the angels would somehow protect her parents in the afterlife.
Dylan was standing by his vehicle up ahead.
Cam parked his car next to Dylan’s. “Grab your purse, Erica.”
Her heart was beating so loudly, she was surprised he couldn’t hear it. “You weren’t kidding. This is where you’re taking me.”
“Yes, it is. You need to trust us. Do you?”
“I do with so many things,” she answered as trembles rolled through her.
He cupped her chin. “I need you to trust me with everything.”
“This is hard, Cam.”
“I know it is, sweetheart. You haven’t been here in many years, but it is necessary.”
“Okay,” she said, mystified.
Dylan came up and wrapped his arms around her, pressing his lips to hers. “Hey, baby.”
She took a deep breath. “What is this about?”
“I can be a bit macabre.”
“You’re telling me. I don’t really want to be here.”
“We’re headed to row seven,” Dylan said.
That wasn’t right. “My parents are buried in row five.”
“I know. We’ll go there afterwards if you want.”
“After what?” Her breaths were shallow and her pulse was fast.
“Just trust me.”
As they walked through the departed Destonians, she saw familiar surnames. Blue. Stone. Knight. Wolfe. Ryder. All founding families of the town.
“Here we are.” Dylan stopped at a headstone.