For eight years, Theo had carried that memory. He had told his grandfather that he wasn’t trying to make Dee remember him. He only wanted her to experience one good thing every morning. Bea finally understood that the mysterious coffee payments were never random acts of generosity. They were a child’s heartfelt thank-you.
Days passed, and Dee visited Theo whenever possible. She read his favorite books and held his hand. Bea brought him hot chocolate each morning. On the ninth day, Dee felt his fingers move. His eyelids slowly opened, and everyone gathered around him, desperately hoping he would speak.
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