Chapter 7Connor stared out the door of the kitchen, watching bats swoop through the circle of light that the exterior light was providing. Though his gaze was through the doorway, his mind was on Blake, reliving every minute of the day, from the boy’s breakdown in the barn to the way Blake’s expression had lit up as he’d touched the spring water. Blake’s delight in the things that he also held close to his heart brought back some bittersweet memories of Megan. She’d loved the house, from her first visit when Connor’s grandpa had owned the place, right up until the last time her eyes had seen it. She’d loved the horses, and delighted in watching the corn reach for the sky as much as Connor did. Every flower, every stone, every stroke of paint, she’d chosen herself, listening to what she cal
