“Jesus. Poor Uncle Garret. If he loved this guy enough to wear his name over his heart…”
Goose and I both touched the initial charms hanging from chains against ours.
“I wonder…” Goose paused. “And this is out there, so bear with me, Tate. I wonder if Davis is trapped on this side, because he was waiting for Garret. I have on good authority, sometimes you have to choose between this realm and the next, and if you can’t make up your mind quickly enough when it’s time to cross over, you could get stuck in between.”
“That happens?” Tate asked.
“That’s what Jefferson told me.” Goose looked to me and Shelby, not at Tate onscreen.
“Poor guy. Uncle Garret said it felt like he was going to die every day while over there. I mean, in a way, he lived like he was trapped in between the whole time
