quiet.
“What makes you think he’ll ever give you one?”
“I don’t know if he will.”
That was the truth.
“But nothing you can offer me matters as much as him understanding what he did.”
Dennis glanced toward the damaged garden.
“And the flowers?”
“I’ll plant them again.”
“It won’t be exactly the same.”
“No.”
I looked toward the yard.
“But it will still be the garden.”
“And Kyle?”
“That part belongs to him.”
Dennis stood quietly for several seconds.
Then something in his expression softened.
“Mrs. Marsh, I owe
