One small
arm wrapped around my neck while the other still held a cracker.
I closed my eyes.
For three years, I had believed the accident had taken every future version of Caleb away from me.
His wedding.
His children.
Watching him grow older.
I thought all of those moments had disappeared forever.
I had been wrong.
Not completely.
That evening, Sadie and I talked until the light outside began to fade.
Nothing was magically fixed in one afternoon.
There was anger to work through.
There were questions she couldn’t answer.
There were years we could never get back.
But before I left, she gave me her number.
Then Beau asked if I would visit again.
“Yes,” I told him.
“As soon as you’ll let me.”
The following Sunday, I went back to Caleb’s grave.
This time, I wasn’t alone.
Sadie stood beside me.
Beau held my hand.
