Page 107 of Worth the Fall

But it’s the rocks that are front and center in my mind.

The painted rocks.

The ones Grant keeps talking about but for the life of me I couldn’t remember . . . until now.

My hands begin to shake as memories I didn’t know I had come flashing back to me.

Going outside to my spot on the side of my house to avoid my dad and finding a new painted rock there from Grant. Something silly that meant everything to me. Something to let me know he was there and checking on me.

To let me know he cared.

To make me smile.

The goddamn rocks.

Grant.

Memories I now remember.

So many more I don’t want to.

Oh. Shit.

It’s finally happening.

I can’t let this happen.