Wrath cleared his throat. Again and again.
In the end, all he could do was whisper, “I wish my father and mother were alive to see this.”
Beth wrapped her arms around her husband and son, holding them both. And as she looked over her man’s shoulder and saw the face of the moon, she had a sudden sense that the realigning was over, the new era had finally arrived.
“I think they are,” she said softly. “I think both of them are looking down right this moment … and they are very, very happy about it.”
Parents, after all, were especially proud to see courage in their children rewarded by the world.
And to know that love abounded around them.
Everywhere.
Forevermore.