“I knew him very well.”
“How?”
My voice broke.
“Because he was my little boy.”
Beau thought about that for a moment.
Then his face brightened.
“So you’re my grandma?”
I couldn’t speak at first.
I simply nodded.
He leaned forward and hugged me.
It was clumsy and immediate.
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.
