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[thewatchmaker]

Wind blew another shower of dead leaves down on me as I walked between the graves. The rusty gate squeaked as the wind buffeted it behind me. It was a miserable day, and I didn’t want to be here. I prayed for a storm but that prayer hadn’t been answered. My prayers never are.

Mom looked up at me, squeezing my arm tight, leading me to the blackened angel statue that watched over the grave. “You’ve late, Gabe. Would you have let the rain keep you away?”

“No mom. It was time for me to come see you. I’m sorry.”