A memory suddenly surfaced.
Caleb coming home late several evenings that summer.
Dog food disappearing from our garage.
I had assumed he was feeding a neighbor’s pet.
Sadie continued.
“He kept Jasper behind my parents’ shed for weeks. Then my dad finally let me keep him.”
I stared toward the kitchen.
“That’s why he goes to the cemetery.”
“He remembers Caleb.”
I looked down at my hands.
Suddenly, every Sunday made sense.
