“Yes.”
“While his son was here?”
“I almost called you a hundred times.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
She looked toward the hallway again.
“Because every month I waited made it harder.”
That answer hurt because I understood it.
Grief does that.
One impossible day becomes a week.
Then a month.
Then years.
I sat across from her.
My anger hadn’t disappeared.
But something else had entered the room.
Wonder.
“Does Beau know about Caleb?”
Sadie nodded.
“I tell him about his dad.”
She reached for her phone.
“I have pictures.”
My throat tightened.
“Pictures?”
“Of Caleb. Of us. Some from school.”
She opened a folder and handed me the phone.
There was Caleb at 18, grinning into the camera.
There was Sadie beside him.
Then Beau.
Same grin.
Same crooked eyebrow.
I covered my mouth.
“Oh, Caleb.”
Sadie began crying again.
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“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.
