Chapter Twenty
His mother and I were sitting in the living room the next day when Bradley returned from the cemetery.
When he first came in, he walked past us and I thought about following him, but figured perhaps he needed some space.
After all, the visit was his first since their initial burial.
I had tons of questions after the previous evening, especially about Lucas, yet his mother refused to answer any. I think she feared upsetting Bradley, and I understood.
I knew he would share eventually. Last night had clearly been the first time he’d spoken his son’s name out loud.
One step at a time.
One day at a time.
Who knew Bradley’s advice to me would come in handy?
It was clear that’s how I would have to do things.
And when he came into the room twenty minutes later, his eyes we
