Now approaching his 10th year, he couldn’t stay away, finding himself walking home from school, making sure he crossed her path. He was always an inquisitive child but there was a pull, a sensation his young mind could not explain and dare not ever speak of, for the town would think him mad. Instead, he would brush off her headstone, then be on his way. And she watched, always watched, as he would disappear around the tall oak, and she smiled to herself. Yes, she had him, a promise she kept for herself. One Timothy’s father thought was long forgotten. One Jocelyne would never forget.

As winter waned and the promise of spring approached, the once snow crusted marker was again uncovered, this time by the warmth of the sun. Yet, there was no warmth here. For here, on this land filled with nobody’s, she waited for the right time, that perfect moment, to leave her final mark…

The finale: next Friday…

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four

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