A horn sounded. She turned and saw the Mustang, with Andie and Henry inside.

“Guess that’s my cue,” Cassandra said, and looked down at the grave. Walking away was always hard. She was glad that it hadn’t gotten easier. But she did it.

As she left the cemetery, she reached into her pocket for the coin, and twisted it between her healing fingers. Heads and tails winked in the late afternoon light. She flipped it high and watched it spin end over end.

She had no idea on which side it would land.