But the only thing I feel is . . . regret. Remorse. It fills my lungs and chokes me with every breath I take. Because deep down, under all the fear and the shock and uncertainty, I wanted this baby. I loved this perfect little piece of Drew and me. So much.
He opened his mouth to tell her that it wasnt his magic. That he had no idea why the spirits had decided to relieve Joseph of his burden for a while. That they probably wouldnt have helped earlier. But he closed his mouth without speaking. She didnt need truth. She needed someone to be angry at because anger was easier than pain. He could give her that.She sat down on the bed and turned her attention to Joseph, who slept like a child.
Silly old man, she said, brushing his hair with her hand. Think a little magic is going to turn back the years? So you can go out and break mustangs and womens hearts again?It can, Charles thought. Because hed lied to Kage. He could pull Joseph through the Change whether or not his old friend wanted him to. Chelsea had taught him how to do it.In his heart, he ached more for this man than he ever had for Maggie, and his heart had ached plenty for her.
What am I going to do with you? Maggie asked her husband.Joseph didnt answer her, and neither did Charles.
Go away, she told him finally, her hand on Josephs cheek. Just as she had touched him once.
He left, closing the door carefully, and pretended he didnt know she was crying.Finn doesnt want a pony. He wants a bazooka for Christmas—he told me so the other day. Havent figured out yet how Santas elves are going to manage that request.
Ellie laughs, pointing at me. Hes definitely your son.I rub my eyes. Yeah, hes mine all right. But I think the bazooka idea comes from your dad. He was playing army-man with him last week.
Ellies father comes to Wessco every other month—hes been doing it for years now. Hes still sober, still lives in New York, managing the charitable Amelias restaurants that bear his beloved wifes name. I believe its part of how he was able to finally make peace with her passing—by honoring her, keeping a part of the quaint coffee shop that was her dream, alive and thriving.Theres a scuffling sound from the monitor, a thud and then cheers of triumph.