Brooke came out with Toby bundled on her shoulder and stood beside me on the porch.

“He’ll be stuck in that motel for a month,” she said.

“He doesn’t know how to do anything without her.”

“I didn’t either, for a while.”

She tucked her hair behind her right ear.

“I have to get going.

He’s picking up his trunk from my place tomorrow, and I don’t want to be around when he does.”

Arthur’s office had the lamps on and the heat cranked up too high.