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A small boy was chasing his younger sister over the cold grass. Winter was slowly approaching, with fall preparing for its arrival, yet the two children ran around happily. Suddenly, their father emerged from the back of the house, where he had been gathering firewood. He dropped the wood and began to chase the kids.
“Here comes the Flesh Eater!” he shouted in a playful, exaggerated voice.
The kids laughed, and I did too. I stood by the horses, feeding them, and watched the scene unfold. I couldn’t believe I had them all—my life with my son Cole and my daughter Liana, named after my mother. Will had never explained why he chose the name Cole. He just said it was a strong name and that our son would grow up to honor it.
There were still many things Will hadn’t shared with me, in
