Chapter Six

“You like that train?” Melody asked, pulling her eyes away from Reid’s retreating form and focusing instead on the little boy looking longingly at the toy sticking up from the top of the cardboard box.

“Yes,” Michael nodded. “Could I take it out?”

Even though she knew the train was both very old and worth quite a bit of money, Melody didn’t hesitate to pull it out of the box. Made of tin and consisting of an engine, two cars, and a caboose, the black lacquer was a bit worn and one of the buckles that held two of the cars together stuck a bit, but other than that, it was in good shape.

Michael’s eyes lit up as he took the train out of her hands. “Wow—it’s so cool!”

“There isn’t much room to play with it up here, but would you like to go downstairs to the living room and play with it there?”