CHAPTER 67
Elliot was surprised when he first saw Ruby on the staircase. She looked years older. He’d seen grief do that before to his patients and their families, just not to someone he knew personally.
Then she hugged him, and everything felt as it should.
A few minutes later, they were rocking together on a porch swing in the back of the farmhouse. There was a slight breeze in the air, so he held her close, and they stared up at the stars.
It was hard to guess how long they’d been talking. Ruby had so many stories to share, stories about Jessi she didn’t want to forget. If he’d thought it through, he would have brought a recorder so she could go back and listen to herself later. When the loneliness set in.
He took in a deep breath. “I wish I could have gotten to know her,” he admit
