Chapter 64

The significance of that long-ago night with his grandma, dream or not, came back to him—it was the day of his parents’ burial at the cemetery on the hill overlooking the Ohio River.

“I thought you’d like to have it,” Grandma said. “So I got it for you. I can do stuff like that now.” She smiled and squatted a little beside his bed to hold him. He closed his eyes and let himself fall into the comfort of her embrace. He didn’t want to let go.

When he opened his eyes, he was once more back in the wooded park, back in Flynn’s arms. A dog was barking, and it wasn’t Barley. This bark was faster and more high-pitched. Just as Mac started looking around to identify the barker, he woke up.

Morning sunlight streamed into his boyhood bedroom. His cheeks were damp with tears, yet he felt no sadness. It was like sunlight surrounded him both inside and out.