Chapter 3
“Mom, please sit down,” Jed said. He wasn’t used to the heat, even this late in the day, with the sun setting in the sky, and he shook his head. His mother had been on death’s doorstep three months earlier and was pushing herself harder than he liked. It was a miracle she was walking, talking, and the thought of Becky Friessen no longer being around scared him more than he could admit to anyone, even himself.
“Jed, let me go give Ana a hand in the kitchen,” she replied. She was trying to get up from her chair around the large patio table where the family had enjoyed dinner together. Fitting eight chairs around the outdoor table had been great, and the kids had eaten together on a blanket on the grass, with Brad’s eldest, Katy, twelve going on thirteen, watching all the younger
