“He—ron...” Mariel’s voice quaked as she spoke his name. She held the black bunny tightly and kept it close to her chest.
Memories of them flashed again in her mind and that made her knees weaken. Fresh new tears threatened to slip from her eyes, so she willed it to fall quickly. Right now, she doesn’t want it blurring her vision... blurring the man in her front that looked ever so like the dream she had every night since she saw the picture of the house.