“And for you,” he said, “he said I had to ask. Not persuade. Not explain. Ask.”
My throat tightened. “Ask what?”
Wade opened the tailgate.
Inside, behind a folded tarp and a coil of rope, sat a sealed urn.
He lifted it with both hands.
“Randall’s final request was to make that ocean journey with you,” Wade said, “but only if, after knowing everything, you freely choose to take him.”
