“It’s happening again?” Sean frowned, emerging from Claire’s kitchen with a plate of sandwiches in his hand and a bag of chips in the other.

Sean looked better than he had these last few weeks. He was eating again, and the dark circles around his eyes had faded almost completely.

Moving on from a fallen mate was impossible, but finding a way to live despite the pain, only the strongest could do such a thing.

He took a seat beside dad on the couch, setting the plate on the table for the two of them. Dad and Sean needed to keep their hands busy when they were stressed.

It was exactly why grandma was out back right now, pruning Claire’s rose bush. I knew she was listening in on us, because every so often she’d throw a comment of her own through the sliding glass door.

The breeze that wafted through was pleasant, at least. Even though the room was heavy with emotion.

“Exactly li