The dog was all over him. Licking him. Yapping excitedly. It was shaggier than the dog Adam had just seen in the viewfinder. Older. But definitely alive. Lianna pulled Jazz away. “I don’t know why he always does this to you, Adam. He just loves you so-o-o much.” “But—but—this is—how can you be so calm?” Adam stammered. He knelt down and hugged the cocker spaniel. He felt the warmth of Jazz’s tongue on his cheek. “Liannaaaaa!” a voice called from the kitchen. “Is your boyfriend here yet?” “Yes!” Lianna called back. She smiled at Adam. “Sorry. That’s what she says about any male.” Adam nodded. But he wasn’t listening. He was staring at the white-haired woman in the kitchen entryway. Lianna’s grandmother. “Oh…my…god,” he murmured. “I know.” Lianna nodded, sniffing deeply. “Those cookies smell awesome. Let’s go before Sam eats them all.” But she died in the train wreck. I didn’t save her—just Jazz. Adam felt light-headed as he walked to the kitchen.
