Chapter 11
Marnie
Lucille
I slept in, then got ready. Grayson had other plans for me.
My mom knocked on my door, and I turned to look at her.
“Lucille. Grayson is here.”
What does he want? I walked to the door and answered it.
“Grayson? What are you doing here?”
“I want to show you something.”
I grabbed my coat and purse, then left. I got into Grayson’s car, and he drove us to a cemetery. That wasn’t creepy.
He got out of the car. I followed him to a grave and looked at it.
Marnie Williams,
1946-1967
“Who is this?” I asked.
“My fiancée.”
My brows lifted.
“A month before we got married, she died in a car accident.”
My breath caught in my throat. Grayson walked over and kneeled in front of her headstone.
“We graduated from college and had our lives set. Marnie had to work l
