It wasn’t a friendly gesture.

It was a firm acknowledgment that a line had been drawn.

He turned around and went back into the warm house.

Luke opened the back hatch of the van.

He took the warm glass plate gently from my hands.

He set it carefully on a folded gray blanket in the cargo area.

Luke pushed the heavy hatch down until the latch clicked.

He walked around to the driver’s side and unlocked the cold doors.