Chapter 188: Roll the Dice

Jacqui knelt in the grass at the foot of Marc's grave, fresh flowers already placed on both grave sites. Her hands rested in her lap, fingers intertwined. The sun had started its slow descent into the west, casting dark shadows over the landscape. A few mourners visited their loved ones here and there, but, for the most part, Jacqui was alone.

She had debated within herself about visiting the graves today. It was her habit to visit and talk to Marc as if they were sitting at the dining room table, discussing life choices and decisions together just as they did when he was alive.

And that was what brought her here today. Life choices.

"I miss you," she whispered. "Things with the community center are going well. We should be breaking ground next week. I think you'd be happy with the way it's going." She wiped a stray tear from her cheek. She reached over and touched the cool ground on Maggie's grave. "I met a little boy this weekend. You would have had fun playing with him. His name wa