EPILOGUE, FIVE YEARS LATER:
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Christina asked her fiancee.
"Yeah. It's been five years. I mean, we were away at college and everything, but... I still need to make peace--let him know that I've forgiven him," John replied.
She smiled in understanding. "Do you want to be alone?"
"If you don't mind..."
John walked down the path to his father's gravestone. As she watched, Christina thought back to the whole ordeal. It had barely lasted a day, but it had changed the both of them permanently.
Meanwhile, John had knelt at the gravestone. "Dad, I... I know that your problem wasn't all your fault. I mean, the kidnapping me and attempting to do the same to Christina... but you were sick. I understand that now. So..." John tried and failed to clear away the lump in his throat, "I forgive you. It took me a while, but I do. And I love you," he added as tears filled his eyes.
There was nothing more to say.