Beyond the Grave (Ghost Detective Novels, #1)

by R.W. Wallace

My heart swells to see my mother caring about me like this. It should be obvious that a mother loves her children, but sometimes, when you get caught up in your life and its problems and ups and downs, it’s easy to lose sight of it. Easy to wonder if your family does, in fact, love you.

But seeing the peace this will bring to my mother, seeing the unshed tears she’s fighting to hold back while there are strangers in her house, makes me realize it will mean something to her. And that means it will mean something to me.