After a while, Charlie said, “He brought us back.”
“Yes.”
“Bossy kid.”
“The bossiest.”
The lake moved in front of us. For years, I had thought that water took everything. It did take more than I can say. But it did not take Owen’s love. It did not take the letter. It did not take Charlie’s heart. It did not take the hour of laughter Owen wanted to give continue reading …
