“If you leave me your email address, I’ll get all of the banking information to you.”

“Call her with it,” Cam suggests. “You shouldn’t send banking information through email. It’s not secure.”

“I’ll call you with it,” I amend. “Oh, and here.”

I hurry into my little office-slash-storage room, where I keep my files and grab a file folder.

“You’ll need an official death certificate, I think, to claim the accounts. I have about fifty of them. Here you go.”

I pass the certificate over to Heather, and she stares down at it.

“He’s dead,” she says simply.

“And buried.” I tilt my head as I watch her, an idea forming in my head. “Do you want to see where he’s buried?”

Her head comes up and she nods. “You know what? I do. Yes, I do.”

I turn to Cameron, who’s been quiet this whole time. I’ll ask him later what he’s been thinking, but for now, I’m going to finish this.

I’m going to finish it all.

“Come on, let’s go.”

“I’ll see you later. I’m going to Kane’s,” Cam says and leans over to kiss my cheek. “Call me when you’re done.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

“Thank you,” Heather echoes.

“I don’t have a car,” I announce after Cameron leaves.

“I do,” she says. “I’ll drive. You give directions.”

“Deal.”

“We have to park here and then walk the rest of the way,” I tell Heather as I point to the best space for her to pull off the single-lane road that winds through the cemetery. “He’s just over there.”

We get out of the car, and I breathe in the clean spring air. I love springtime on the island. The worst days of clouds and rain are starting to dissipate, and I’ve been promised at least a couple of months of sunshine.

Today is one of those sunny days. The sky is clear, and we can even smell the salt water from here. I lead Heather through the gravestones toward the plot that I haven’t visited since the day of Joey’s funeral.

But if I’m going to wrap this all up today, this is a good way to do it. I’d thought yesterday was the last of it, but I was wrong.

And, as horrified as I was when I realized who Heather was, I’m not sorry that she’s here. It’s one more thing to wrap up.

Hopefully, and I’ve got my fingers crossed, this is the very last thing.

“Some of these stones are beautiful,” Heather says as she drags her fingertips over the top of a grave.

“Joey’s parents went all out,” I inform Heather as we approach the grave we’re looking for.

“Whoa,” Heather says.