Jesse kneeled down at the gravestone with Winnie’s name carved into it. He placed his hand on the old oak tree as he bowed his head in silence.

A screen door creaked, then he heard footsteps approaching on the porch. “She said you’d come back. What took you so long?” a beautiful voice called.

As he turned around he saw the breathtaking face of a girl just like Winnie. She looked about 16 and had a broad smile stretched across her face.

“Why don’t you come inside?” she offered. “I have some bottled water I think you’d be very interested in…”