"In the sudden silence, Andrew grabbed my hand and shook it. "I'll miss you, Drew. You've been a regular gent." It was hard not to cry, but I was determined to show Andrew I could be as tough as he was. "I'll miss you too," I admitted. "And Hannah and Theo and Mama and Papa. I never had a brother or a sister or a dog of my own before." "But you won't miss Edward. He'll be there waiting for you." Andrew meant it as a joke, but neither of us laughed. Suddenly serious, I gripped his shoulders tightly and stared into his eyes. "How will I know what happens to you?" "Look in the graveyard," Andrew said in a melancholy voice. "If you don't see my tombstone, you'll know I didn't die." He laughed to show me he was joking again, but death was even less funny than the old man in the wheelchair."