Chapter 8

Early the next morning, Lainey drove away from home. Cars had long since become fully self-driving. She only had to enter a destination, and the car did the 

rest. 

Three hours later, she arrived. The car door opened, and she stepped out holding a box. A few dozen yards ahead, a sign read Heritage Cemetery. 

“Hello, Ms. Serrano.” 

A man in a suit, who looked about thirty, hurried over with a smile. He reached for the box in her arms. “I’m Travis Collier. We spoke yesterday.” 

“Thank you.” Lainey turned slightly, out of his reach. “It’s not heavy. I’ll carry it myself.” 

“Of course.” He didn’t push and drew his hand back smoothly. He was warm without being pushy, and even his smile was just right.