Ashley
"What did you and my mom talk about this morning?" Zach asked, his voice low.
I looked over at him, worry lines forming on his forehead. "Many things," I said softly. "About loss. About fear. About regrets."
"She seemed different with you," he observed. "Less..."
"Frosty?" I suggested with a small smile.
He had the grace to look sheepish. "I was going to say 'reserved,' but yes."
I reached across Harvey's sleeping form to take his hand. "I think we've found some common ground at last."
"Is that possible?" he asked, only half-joking. "The two most stubborn women in my life, agreeing on something?"
"Stranger things have happened," I said, thinking of our own journey, how far we'd come, how far we still had to go.
"She loves you, Zach. More than anything. That's something we'v
