How an Email Invitation to a Colorado Christmas Dinner Ended Eight Years of Separation
“Ethan might use the snowstorm as an excuse to tell us not to come.”
“Ethan won’t cancel,” I said, setting the polished shoe next to its match.
“And neither will we.”
Lucas watched my hands for a moment, then plugged the phone into the counter outlet and walked quietly down the hall to the bedroom he shared with his brothers.
I went to the hall closet and took out four matching navy wool coats that had cost two hundred and twenty dollars in total at the outlet center in Castle Rock.
I laid them neatly over the back of the living room sofa, smoothed the collars, and went into my bedroom.