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Caleb’s had hit everyone hard, even Daisy, and while she carried little love for her son-in-law in life, she did miss him in his . It wasn’t that Daisy ever grew to like or even respect Caleb, but she did come to accept him as a fixture in her family over time. It helped that Caleb was, in his bumbling, stupid way, largely ignorable and inoffensive. Looking back, he was goofy but gentle, and he lumbered about the house with the life and focus of a Labrador Retriever.

When Summer had met Caleb and chosen to elope, Daisy had thought it was a mistake that would inevitably hurt her. When Caleb decided to take his own life, however, it was a hurt which Daisy had not expected. Caleb had left Summer with three children to feed and one on the way. That was the hardest part about it. Daisy knew it was pointless to be angry at a person’s memory, but she also thought that she had the right to be angry. She wanted to call him a coward because she thought that he was one, but even in her irrational hurt she saw the futility of it. Caleb was dead, and her daughter was grieving. It was just hurt all around and nothing could make it better.

Months passed and then a year, and Daisy slowly found her family transitioning back into a normal life without Caleb in it. Somedays were easier or better than others, though his absence was always felt like a glare in her periphery at all times. Summer still called her sobbing and seeking advice, struggling to raise four children without a man’s help, and Daisy would be angry. She wished she had told Summer to leave him years before, wished that Summer had listened to her all the times she did say something and save everyone the heartache.

Daisy was at the store doing shopping for supper when she heard a familiar voice delivering a familiar apology. “Daisy, is that you? My God, it’s been a while. Hey, sorry about that guy Summer was dating. That’s rough.” It had been some time since anyone had offered her condolences, though a year ago it was every trip to the store with some people repeating the apology as the only point of conversation to be made. Daisy turned to greet the person, to thank them with rural hospitality. It was protocol for small towns, even if it wasn’t sincere.

“Thanks,” Daisy said, regarding the person quietly, trying to place their face from somewhere. It took a few seconds of sorting before she realized. The speaker was a young man only a few inches taller than her. He had a stringy body, slender but with a hint of strength. His face was round, boyish and topped with a mop of brown hair. His eyes were hazel in color and gave her an anchor point to stare into when she looked at him. He wasn’t ugly, but he wasn’t handsome either, just standard. When Daisy had first met him years ago, she remembered thinking that Summer could do much better. “Dylan,” she guessed, and she smiled when he adjusted his ball cap and knew she had him. “Really, thank you. It’s kind of you to say.”

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