The next day Tucker and Caralyn rode their new mountain bikes to the cemetery to place fresh flowers by the headstones of Douglas and Barbara Dawson and Grandma Florence Jackson. I won! Caralyn shouted as she slid to a stop on the gravel road. She jumped off her bike and laid it gently in the grass. Only because I let you, Tucker replied. He held her hand as they walked directly to the gravesite. You’re not afraid anymore, are you, Carrie? He thought as he looked into her eyes. He looked up at the cloudless blue sky. He waited a few seconds as he thought he heard the whistle of a long gone train.He smiled. It sounds like a happy train today. I see a Cardinal on Grandma’s stone, Caralyn said. Tucker turned to look, but the bird had flown away.The third book set in Stockton Woods continues to examine the lives of the people who call this Midwestern town home, but with the complications of life after the death of a loved one.