"She always did seem irrepressibly optimistic," Carlisle notes. Faith's own memorial is somewhere further down the row, closer to where the trees used to be. It was a shady spot once, a nice place for a quiet rest. Emily's before him is not in as quite of pleasant an area, but he's tried to spruce it up with a paw plant to make it stand out from the rest. She would have liked that, knowing she was being given the attention she deserved.

Hopefully, someone will think to put his marker in the shade, should there be any around. The sun never did suit him.

He pulls in a breath, finally looking her way. "I'm sorry, Kate. For all the bickering we have done as of late."