USA. Brooklyn, New York. 2013. Bobby dances after a dinner in his honor. For a long time Chastity wouldn’t accept what had happened, and
believed that Rodney had joined the Special Forces and gone undercover. Rodney’s funeral was closed casket
because of his horrific injuries, but that only confirmed her suspicions. The meeting with Bobby helped her
accept that her brother was truly gone but was watching over her somewhere. At the end of the visit they
posed for a photo together in front of a Mexican restaurant. As the shutter clicked a fuel truck pulled up.
“That’s Rodney,” whispered her friend. Chastity gasped. Rodney drove fuel trucks in the Army, and she took
it as a sign of his lingering spirit.