Caleb pov
Three Years Later
Grandmother died on a Tuesday morning in early spring. She went peacefully in her sleep, they told me, but her last words to me the previous Sunday still echoed in my mind.
"Did you find her yet?"
"No, Grandmother. I'm still looking."
She'd squeezed my hand with what little strength she had left. "Don't stop, Caleb. Promise me you won't stop."
"I promise."
At her funeral, I stood alone in my expensive black suit, surrounded by hundreds of people, and felt nothing but emptiness. The one person who'd believed I could change was gone, and I still hadn't proven her right.
That night, I sat in my office and stared at the wedding photo until the edges blurred. Bella would be twenty-six now, if she was still alive. Our child would be almost three. Walking, tal
