It wasn’t Emma, he knew that. Emma was gone, resting quietly in the earth beneath them. But her gift was here, beating inside this young man, pushing life through his veins, fueling every sunrise he saw and every breath he took. Daniel pulled his hand back and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. He stood up, walked over to the four empty water jugs, and picked them up.
“Come on,” Daniel said, offering Noah a small, genuine smile. Noah blinked. “Where are we going?” “Sylvia has a spigot behind the maintenance shed,” Daniel said, pointing up the hill. “If we’re going to keep this plot green through August, four jugs aren’t going to be enough. We’re going to need a full hose.”