Maggie was sitting on the deck. Beside her was David’s old guitar, the one he’d given to Sky and Kyle when Maggie had bought him a new one a few years back. Maggie had dragged it out of the corner of the living room and held it on her lap for a long time. She had heard Waterbound playing from it, heard David’s soft voice singing the words, as he had hundreds of times, at her request. It had always been her favorite. She’d heard it in her head, and wished that she had recorded him just once. She was suddenly afraid that she would forget how it had sounded. Coco barreled down the stairs, and Maggie walked to the front deck. She watched Wyatt get out and walk to the bottom of the stairs. “I’m sorry. I lied to you,” he said. “About what?” “Can I come up?” “Yes,” she said, and she noticed that her hands were trembling on the rail. “Do you want some coffee?” she asked when he got there. “If you have it made.” “Yeah. Do you want to come in?” “Okay.” Coco followed the two of them into the kitchen, which suddenly seemed very small with Wyatt in it.
