“Mom?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Can Grandma say goodnight?”
Lenora appeared in the doorway in her blue robe, with her glasses pushed up in her silver hair.
She crossed the room and kissed his forehead.
“Goodnight, my brave boy,” she said.
Then she leaned close, and whispered, as she had a hundred times before:
“Peach cobbler.”
Wyatt smiled with his eyes already closed.
“Message received,” he murmured.
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