I covered my mouth.
“Oh, Caleb.”
Sadie began crying again.
Don’t miss
“I’m sorry.”
I handed the phone back.
“How does Jasper fit into this?”
For the first time, she almost smiled.
“Jasper was Caleb’s.”
I blinked.
“What?”
“Not officially. Caleb found him behind the grocery store the summer before senior year.”
A memory surfaced.
Caleb coming home late several evenings that summer.
Dog food disappearing from our garage.
I had assumed he was feeding a neighbor’s pet.
Sadie continued.
“He kept Jasper behind my parents’ shed for weeks. Then my dad finally let me keep him.”
I stared toward the kitchen.
“That’s why he goes to the cemetery.”
“He remembers Caleb.”
I looked down at my hands.
Suddenly, every Sunday made sense.
Jasper hadn’t chosen a random grave.
He hadn’t been wandering.
He had been visiting someone he loved.
Just like I had.
Beau wandered back into the room holding two crackers.
He climbed beside Sadie.
Then he studied me.
“Mommy says my daddy was funny.”
I laughed through my tears.
“He was.”
Beau smiled.
“Did you know him?”
I looked at Sadie.
She nodded.
I crouched in front of him.
“I knew him very well.”
“How?”
My voice broke.
“Because he was my little boy.”
Beau considered that carefully.
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 took every future version of Caleb away from me.
