Glancing in the rearview mirror, I saw him standing at the edge of the cemetery looking forlorn, but not alone. Mariama and Shani were on either side of him, their ghosts as intrinsic to him as my loneliness was to me.
But this was not to be a final goodbye. Our story was not yet finished.
I couldn’t know at that moment, but somewhere out there, a hidden grave awaited my discovery and I would soon become more determined than ever to uncover my father’s secrets.
Directing my gaze to the road, I drove off into the twilight.
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