“Does that mean he has room for us?”

I felt the question in my chest.

“Having room in a house isn’t the same as making room in your life,” I said.

“We’ll have to see whether he learns how.”

At the lodge, I made hot chocolate and let the boys stay awake for another half hour.

They needed time to talk in their own words.

Caleb was angry about the letter.

Liam worried that he had asked a rude question at dinner.