grass was slick with dew, and the crows on the fence eyed us like old friends.
“Want me to come with you, Grandma?”
I knelt, careful, and set the little velvet pouch beside Walter’s photograph, tucking it between the stems of fresh lilies.
Toby hovered, uncertain. “You okay?”
I smiled through tears and nodded. Then traced the edge of the photo with my thumb. “You stubborn man. For one terrible minute, I thought you’d lied to me.”
“He really loved you
, Grandma.”
