It was difficult climbing out of bed with each new dawn. With each step they took, it felt as if they were tiredly working against the forces of gravity. It was as if they had just lost their mother all over again, making the pain of recently losing their father almost unbearable. And though legal justice would be served on their mother’s behalf, there would never really be any true justice served. There never could be. Katherine Sinclair was gone forever, her life prematurely taken in a brutally senseless crime at the hands of a morally lost soul, and all they could do was somehow learn to live with it. Jack kept busy from dawn ’til late in the evening raising the new barn. And nearly every member of the fire department volunteered during their time off to help their brother in need. And as a part of the family now, aside from being the good-natured man that he was, Colt worked diligently beside him. He’d left most of the oversight of the garage construction to Zeke, who, with his wife’s cancer now officially in complete remission, had been more than ecstatic to see his crumbling business transform into a thriving resource.
