Fireflies and city lights

Previously

…Grandma Eleanor patted her hand. “That’s a good thing to do out here. The quiet has a way of helping you hear yourself think.” She looked out at the darkening fields, where the first tentative sparks of fireflies were beginning to flicker. “You know, Liam’s a good boy. Always has been. He’s got a good heart, that one.” Maya smiled, a warmth spreading through her chest. She knew Liam had a good heart. She was beginning to realize that maybe, just maybe, her own heart was starting to find its way back home. The city lights, with all their dazzling promises, suddenly seemed a little less bright than the gentle, pulsing glow of the fireflies beginning to dance in the twilight.