No Exit by Taylor Adams 2

But the etching was finished already. The Scotch tape
peeled off the stone, one corner at a time. Then the paper
moved away, exposing the engraved letters: MAYA
BELLEANGE THORNE.
“What did you mean?” Jay asked. “When I asked you if
you loved each other, and you just said, ‘it’s complicated’?”
Darby rolled the rice paper up into a cardboard tube and
stood up from her mother’s grave, squeezing Jay’s shoulder.
“It’s alright,” she said. “I was wrong.”
THE END