Standing at the rear of the church, her back straight against the mahogany paneling, Sophie listened as people she'd never had the chance to get to know spoke about Edward Hayden Abbott. It was a simple ceremony, no coffin, no endless passages from the Bible. By the altar was a small urn containing his remains. At least they'd gotten that right. She recalled a trip they'd gone on what felt like a lifetime ago. He'd been a freer spirit back then.
The crisp mountain air found its way into her lungs as the two of them reached the top of the crag. It may have been spring, but she was glad she'd brought her jacket along. The wind had been blowin