I Destroyed My Best Friend’s Grave Because of What His Widow Told Me

Even when they’re gone. Especially when they’re gone.”

Two hundred riders rumbled their engines in unison. The sound rolled across the cemetery like thunder.

Rachel finally smiled.

People ask me if I feel guilty about digging up my best friend’s grave.

No. Not for a second.

I feel guilty about the eight months before that. The months I spent accepting the continue reading …