At first, I thought he meant the photograph on the headstone.
But then I saw what he was actually pointing at.
Something that had been missing since the plane crash that killed my husband.
And I had no idea how it had ended up there.
Dada! Dada!
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I’m Emma, twenty-nine, a former competitive rock climber who dreamed of opening a climbing school.
Now I’m raising my son Jack alone.