Epilogue

It is the 11th of May again. Fifteen-year-old Jeremy Thomas sat on the bench of the Thomas Memorial Park, staring up at the statue of three grinning young men.

“I wish I had known you.” He whispered softly to the statue. “Maybe things would have been easier if you could explain them to me.”

He huffed and shook his head, knowing he would never get an answer out of the stone. He leaned forward and ran his hands through his hair and took a couple of deep breaths.

“There you are. I thought I’d find you here.” A voice called out to him.

Jeremy did not even bother turning around. He knew his mother was right behind him.

“Hey, Mom.” He smiled sadly at her and then turned his gaze back to the statue.

“Are you speaking to your Uncles again?” Nadine grinned and sat down next to the boy.

“No. I’m just sitting here. I feel drawn to this place.” He replied.

“I know you are. You know, Brian renovated this place.” Nadine replied.

“I know, and he did Thomas Gardens too,” Jeremy replied and rolled his