Joshua Hughes had a dream, returning to his childhood.
His father appeared outwardly calm, yet inside he was strong and brave, the person Joshua admired most.
Among the people he had met, his father was the wisest and most courageous, his heart vast like the blue sky he loved.
His father's image sometimes clear, sometimes fuzzy, cast his thoughts into confusion.
He sat up sharply from the bed, determined not to let the shares symbolizing his father's honor fall into the hands of that despicable man, even if he was his uncle, even if they shared the Hughes name.
The spot beside him was already empty, she wasn't there? Joshua's heart skipped a beat, feeling as if the rhythm was thrown off, he threw off the covers and hurried downstairs to the living room where he saw her.
From a distance, she stood in the yard.
