Seamus chewed his bottom lip, looking lost in thought as though contemplating what to say. When he spoke he kept his tone measured, but strong. “I come out here to find you digging what equates to a grave and you have a gun. The absolute last thing I am going to do now is leave you alone. So come on, let’s go see if we can put the pieces back where they belong.”
Reluctantly, like a dog caught sneaking treats from the trash, Tibbit allowed himself to be dragged along. A new feeling jumped into the simmering stew pot mingling with the hopelessness and grief; turned out that fear added a bitter taste.
The flames raged to life as Seamus poked it. Warmth began to creep through the room ushering away the damp chill that seemed to linger even in the heat of summer. The light was welcoming, the
