“You took your dad’s place at the farm?” He nods. “Yeah, when I was fifteen. It’s been farming since.” Beckett must see the look on my face because his whole body softens, a thoughtful look on his handsome face. “Nah, don’t look at me like that. It’s alright.” “You were just a kid,” I manage around a throat that’s too tight. A pressure burning behind my eyes. I think about that little boy in a space suit, looking up at the stars. “You had a dream.”
