Dylan couldn’t concentrate on the words leaving his mother’s mouth. He was too busy staring at Heaven. She stood beside the SUV, twenty feet from him, chatting with her mother on her phone. The distance was too much. Something had changed between them over the last month. Their morning together at Jerry’s guesthouse had taken things to a different level.
“Dylan, are you listening to me?” His mother’s voice invaded his mind.
“Sorry. I was in deep thought.”
“Yeah, I noticed.” His mother studied him as she grew quiet. Was she waiting for him to continue?
“Mom, I feel so…” he struggled with an explanation as they walked to the edge of the deck, “connected to her.”
“What do you mean, connected?”
He laughed off the awkwardness. “Whenever she’s around, hell, even when she isn’t around, ther
