“Mom, at least have a few bites," Mark urged gently.

“If you want to visit his grave, I'll go with you," he offered.

Zoey shook her head and gazed out of the window at the brilliant moon.

In a hushed voice, she murmured, “He predicted this ending, yet he chose to go through with it. It must have brought him some peace. Mark, I won't be visiting his grave.

Mark nodded.