If I was really going to do this, I needed to hurry. But every time I neared the video store that was just down the street from Heartland Cemetery, dread spiked my heartbeat and froze my legs. I had to swerve my bike into parked cars so I wouldn't topple over. And that was just from seeing the video store.

The thought of visiting Mom again inched me closer, though. I could see her smiling face inside the picture of her gravestone, talk to her, ask her questions, and while she ...