I help Stevie to stand while she holds on to Audie tightly. She barely lets go of our little girl. Arm in arm, we both take one last look at the cross in the ground. I kiss her head, and she leans into me, Audie anchored securely between us on her hip.
The inscription reads:
I AM NOT TODAY WHAT I WAS YESTERDAY.
GONE, GHOSTFACE KILLER
The End