CHAPTER 6
The moment Brad saw Grandma Lucy sitting at the table in her wheelchair, he hated himself for staying away for so long. No matter how busy he got with the boys’ home and his ministry in Vermont, no matter how much he hated the thought of spending a single day under the same roof as his father, he should have come home sooner.
Mom had told him Grandma Lucy lost some weight after her hospital stay last spring, but he had no idea she’d look like this. Like a ghost version of herself. A mere shadow.
He took her hand in his, almost surprised to find that there was still warmth left in it.
He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Hi, Grandma Lucy. It’s good to see you.”
Her hand trembled when she brought it up to his face. Caressing his cheek, she began to pray in a warbling voice, “
