Chapter 20

It wasnice, I thought, though I wouldn’t admit to him. Noah’s death had been a terrible thing, and a sort of silence and coldness had settled over us. Or perhaps had settled over me. For a while it was hard to believe any sort of life could go on, much less one that was happy.

“He’s the one,” I said, turning to stare at Jackson, admiring his smoothly shaven face. “I mean it, Jack. He’s the one.”

I glanced in the backseat, saw Tony staring at the snow and smiling.

“I hope so,” Jackson said carefully.

“I know so,” I said. “When I look into his eyes, I can see there’s someone in there trying to reach out to me, trying to find me, trying to connect. He’s probably never had anyone like that in his life. But he’s trying. He’s scared, but he’s trying.”

“I think you’re letting your writer’s imagination get away with you.”

“Maybe,” I admitted. “But when we adopt him, his name is going to be Tony Cantrell-Ledbetter.”