Jason Rekulak

“The man dug a hole so no one would find her,” he says with a shrug. “But I guess she got out.”

Anya isn’t a name, it’s’”— Briggs stops and looks to me.

But I’m going to suggest you both be careful. If you start poking your noses into family secrets, someone may bite them off.

All the soft little lights are twinkling, the waterfall sounds like music, and the smell of the flowers is intoxicating—and it’s another perfect moment I can’t bring myself to ruin.

And when that day comes, this book will be waiting.

I’ll be waiting, too.

I start leaving out platters of blueberries and sunflower seeds, encouraging the animals to join me for breakfast

“Hang on, Teddy. What is this?”