Page 95 of Our Small Town Scars
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She chuckled. “His name is Caleb Wright. You’d love him. He’s gonna take good care of me.”
A quiet and deep voice came from above her, “Yes, sir, I am.”
“Tell Daddy and Mama that, would you?”
She looked up to her right and saw Caleb smiling, holding the umbrella for her. He was simply sparkling in his service uniform to show his respects. Behind her, she could hear Olivia sniffling and Zack being patient and kind. Evie laid another bouquet on the grave and kissed it.
Evie was right. No matter how deep scars ran, they could heal.
No, she wasn’t alone.
Not anymore.
