Chapter 80 Next Of Kin

***Hazel***

The front rows are too exposed. Too visible.

People would walk by. Stare. Read the names casually on a Sunday stroll like it was nothing.

The far right corner catches my eye.

“There,” I say, pointing. “Near the treeline in the back.”

Beatrice leans closer over the large cemetery map spread across her polished desk. Her manicured finger traces the grid. “Section H. Those are available.