Page 368 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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Still protecting.
“You’re up early,” I say softly.
Grandpa looks over at me.
Smiles.
The kind that still feels like him.
Even through everything.
“Didn’t want to miss it,” he says.
I tilt my head.
“Miss what?”
He gestures toward the yard.
I follow his gaze—
And my heart stutters.
Dylan is running across the grass.
Laughing.
Free.
Not looking over his shoulder anymore.
Not afraid.
Just a kid again.
And in the distance—
Havoc.
He’s working on the fence line.
Sleeves rolled.
Sun hitting him just right.
Like he belongs here.
Like he was always meant to be here.
My chest tightens.
Because six months ago—
None of this felt possible.
Not this peace.
Not this life.
