My upset stomach protested, grumbled its refusal to answer. My mouth filled with saliva, body threatening to reject the few sips of coffee that made it down my throat. "No one." Because he wasn't. He was everyone, and nothing and everything. And I had my daughter to think about now. But I couldn't forget him, knew he would live in my heart forever.

"He's someone," Gram said. "You've been saying his name in your sleep."

She'd been ...