"Come on, Gran! I think I found it!"

I sighed, then slowly walked over to Anthony. He grabbed my hand and started to tow me through the trees.

"Jeez, Gran, can't you move a little faster?"

I laughed, a shaky sound. Anthony was so like his grandfather. They both had the same russet skin, the same long, black hair, and the same tendency to explode – literally – when they lost their tempers.

"You grandma is old," Jacob said from beside me. "You should be patient."

Jacob, who had thankfully stopped bursting into a giant wolf years ago, tenderly took my other hand. "I remember us looking for this place. Spring of '06, wasn't it?"

"Ugh." Anthony wrinkled his nose. "So long ago! It's a wonder you two aren't dead yet."

I smiled fondly at my seventeen-year-old grandson. "I'd say I'm pretty close, Anthony. You know that. Jake's right. I am old."

His face was a comical sight, half amused, half ashamed. "What do you think will happen when you die? Will you go to heaven? What will be there for you?"

I couldn't answer. For it to be heaven, it would need just one thing. Anthony knew about his namesake, of course, but only Jacob knew that I had never moved on – and would never move on.

"Gran," Anthony said softly, trying to fix my sudden silence. "You ready?"

Taking a deep breath, I nodded.

He pointed to the light flowing between the trees. "It's right through there. Don't trip, okay?"

"Thank you Anthony, and I'll try not to. I'll see you in a while."

Before he'd led me into the forest, searching for my magical place, I'd made them both agree to let me go by myself.

Jacob leaned against a tree, putting a hand on his back. "I'm way too old for this. Go on, Bells, yell if you need anything. I love you."

I smiled at him before turning away from them, cautiously picking my way toward the small clearing. It was amazing this place had stood the test of time – almost as if someone had been keeping the trees from ruining its perfect circular shape. It had been sixty-seven years since I'd last been here, but I remembered the first time I'd laid eyes on the meadow as if it were yesterday.