Arthur stopped by the door. He looked back at the empty pews. "That’s the gift we give, Clara. We can’t bring them back. We can’t fix the hole in the family. But we can give them that image. The final picture. Peace."

He walked to the front door, unlocking it to let the evening air in. The mist had burned off, leaving a crisp, clear night. The stars were beginning to poke through the darkening sky over the old lead-mining town.