He didn’t push forward to ask for a hug or try to make a big speech in front of his parents.

“Thank you for bringing them, Grace,” Ethan said as I reached the driver’s door.

“They needed to know where they came from,” I said, resting my hand on the cold chrome handle.

“Now they know.”

“I’ll call you on Tuesday at seven PM to confirm the January schedule,” Ethan said.

“Seven PM is fine,” I said.

“The boys finish their homework by six thirty.”

I opened the door, climbed into the driver’s seat, and pulled the door shut against the mountain wind.