The Last Child

EPILOGUE

Summer heat was a fading memory when Joh

“Chill, Mom.”

“Anything could happen way out here.”

Joh

“Please, don’t,” she said, but Joh

They walked to where Levi Freemantle was buried. The earth was freshly turned. His daughter was beside him, and she, too, had a new stone. “ Sofia,” Joh

Levi Freemantle

Last Child of Isaac

“I counted headstones,” Joh

“Your great-great-grandfather was an exceptional man.” A pause. “So was your dad.” Joh

Silence. Sunlight on new-cut marble.

“He told me life is a circle.”

His mother looked at the trees, the rows of stone. She put an arm around Joh

“Maybe it is.”

That night, Joh

John Hart