Wesley’s name flashed through my mind.

A wave of gratitude washed over me.

But Mark didn’t suspect anything. He probably thought it was just one of my dad’s former students who had come to pay their respects. After all, my father had taught so many over the years. It wasn’t unusual for someone to stop by the grave.

Mark knelt down in front of my parents’ graves, tears streaming down his face as he apologized, begging for ...