Chapter 71

“You’re sweet. Can you just let me finish, though? This isn’t easy.”

Flynn’s features darkened. At last Mac bore witness to worry and fear on Flynn’s handsome face.

“What?” Flynn asked, his voice low, the word borne up on a sigh.

“When I was back in West Virginia,” Mac said, careful now with his wording, “I had a kind of epiphany, if you will. A realization.”

“Okay…”

“I knew I just lost my grandma. She was more of a parent to me than anybody. I really, really loved that woman. She was my heart and my soul. I’m so, so sorry I wasn’t with her when she passed. I still love her, though—with all my heart. Always will.” Mac paused to peer more deeply into Flynn’s eyes, searching for understanding. “See, what I realized back home is that love never dies. So even though Grandma is no longer with me in a physical sense, she’s always a part of me. Always there. Never lost.”

Flynn laid his head on Mac’s chest. Mac stroked his dark hair as he continued talking.