Oliver turned back to Elizabeth and continued.

“John is my grandson, but he’s also a Walker. And we Walkers are far too proud. That makes us strong, but also foolish.”

The old man extended his wrinkled hand and took one of Elizabeth’s hands, covering it with his own.

“John is a good man; sometimes he’s foolish, very foolish. But he’s intense in everything. The way he gives himself over to rage and fury is nothing compared to the way he loves.”

Her heart tightened. Could it be…?

Oliver patted he