We drive in almost complete silence. The only sound is the soft music playing on the radio and the wheels against the tarmac. I rest my head against the cold glass of the window.
"What was his name?" asks Dillon breaking the silence. I give him a confused look. "Who's name?" I ask him. Dillon gives me a soft smile. "Your father's name,” he explains. "Colton," I answer making him nod his head. Once again silence follows.
"Why don't you ever talk about him?" asks Dillon, breaking the silence again. "I guess because I still haven't gotten over it," I answer with no emotion. "Why? What would you like to know?" I ask him.
Dillon stares ahead of himself. The drive to my old pack grounds and the graveyard isn't too long. About an hour drive max. I haven't visited my father's grave since I was
