She was falling again. Falling into the dream. When her feet hit the ground she looked around, not for Philip.
For Darrell.
Beau sought out his warm strength, his gentle hand, and his calming presence. But he wasn’t there. The sky was clear. The clouds were bright.
She went along the garden path. At the crest of the cliff, there stood Philip. He stood in his suit, looking out at the horizon. Beau squinted and noticed that the suit wasn’t gray. It was dark blue. She wondered if it had always been dark blue and she’d just imagined it gray.
She came up to stand beside Philip. His shoulders slumped. He looked weary, like he had a lot on his mind. He was looking down at the boat.
From this vantage point, Beau saw into the boat. She saw her kids splashing in the water. She saw Gale with her
