#Chapter11

Marnie

Lucille

I slept in, then got ready. Grayson had other plans for me.

My mom knocked on my door, and I turned to look at her.

“Lucille. Grayson is here.”

What does he want? I walked to the door and answered it.

“Grayson? What are you doing here?”

“I want to show you something.”

I grabbed my coat and purse, then left. I got into Grayson’s car, and he drove us to a cemetery. That wasn’t creepy.

He got out of the car. I followed him to a grave and looked at it.

Marnie Williams,

1946-1967

“Who is this?” I asked.

“My fiancée.”

My brows lifted.

“A month...