Ty slid out of his truck and into the golden spring day. Being in March, Garrett’s birthday had always been hit or miss on weather, as likely to be incessant rain and wind as sun. But Bethany had lucked out with her planning, getting a gorgeous, warm day that called for shirt sleeves and iced tea. As he looked the rest of the way up the drive toward the neat farmhouse where she’d grown up, Ty remembered others just like it, walking shoulder-to-shoulder with his best friend, tossing a football and laughing while they decided what trouble to get into for the afternoon.
Welcome home, brother.
The phantom sound of Garrett’s voice had a chill racing over Ty’s skin, despite the warmth of the sunshine filtering through the trees just beginning to leaf. He hadn’t been back since the funeral, and
