“If you are reading this at my graveside,” Samuel continued, “then someone has tried to keep my Essie from making the decisions we made together. Do not let them.”
Kayla’s expression changed.
The letter confirmed that I alone was to approve the headstone, inscription, and all future changes to the plot. Clarence had even attached the design we selected, including the exact words: Together still, and always.
Then Samuel addressed the missing money.
The monument company had refunded the canceled deposit directly to the payment account Kayla provided. Bank records showed she had transferred most of it toward her personal credit-card balance.
Andrew finally looked at her.
“You told me the company kept the deposit.”
Kayla called it a temporary loan.
I called it what it was.
Samuel reinstated the original order under my sole authorization. My attorney sent Kayla a formal demand for the full $6,000, and she repaid it after learning that keeping money entrusted for a specific purchase could carry serious consequences.
Andrew apologized for remaining silent.
“You let her make your father’s grave about control,” I told him. “That silence was a choice.”
Three months later, the granite marker was installed exactly as Clarence requested.
I stood before it alone first.
Then I traced the engraved words with my fingers.
Kayla believed the plot belonged to the next generation.
Clarence had already made certain that, while I lived, his final promise still belonged to me.