Chapter 59
“So,” Ron said with a smirk, “you cleaned the place up. Why?”
“What else was I supposed to do while I was stuck here? A thank you would be nice.”
“Thank you,” Ron said.
“You’re welcome.”
Ron let out a heavy sigh as he closed his eyes.
“Are you okay?”
Ron met Chris’s gaze. “Yes, just tired.”
“Go get some sleep.”
“No,” Ron said. “I’m fine.” He looked out the window.
“Want another drink?”
“Sure.”
Chris went to the kitchen and noticed Dylan’s blue flannel shirt on the back of the bar chair. The white backing of a picture poked out of the pocket with one word visible, written in bold black letters: grave. He caught his breath.
He pulled the photo from the pocket.
Your trip away with your beloved Snapdragon will only be to his grave.