Epilogue
The chicken salad at the café really was something special. Isaac got it nearly every time he and Dalton went there for lunch—like today.
They both had plans for the afternoon, but like always with the two of them, seeing each other three to four times a week was the norm, if not almost every day. It felt like family, the way Kathleen and Luke had always been, but with a touch of something more that had been missing from Isaac’s life.
Understanding maybe? Hope? Light? Whatever it was that Dalton brought with him, Isaac hoped he never had to learn to live without it.
“Star Trek marathon this weekend?” Dalton asked.
“I’ll be there.”
“So will Riley. Be nice.”
Isaac scowled. He still wasn’t sure he liked something blossoming there, but he couldn’t control everything in his son’
