I had assumed he was feeding a neighbor’s pet.
Sadie continued.
“He kept Jasper behind my parents’ shed for weeks. Then my dad finally let me keep him.”
I stared toward the kitchen.
“That’s why he goes to the cemetery.”
“He remembers Caleb.”
I looked down at my hands.
Suddenly, every Sunday made sense.
Jasper hadn’t chosen a random grave.
He hadn’t simply been wandering through the cemetery.
He had been visiting someone he loved.
Just like I had.
Beau wandered back into the room holding two crackers.
He climbed beside Sadie.
Then he studied me.
“Mommy says my daddy was funny.”
I laughed through my tears.
“He was.”
Beau smiled.
“Did you know him?”
I looked at Sadie.
She nodded.
I crouched in front of him.
