He stepped down two steps, reached out, and pulled Kim into a firm hug, resting his chin on top of her head for a long five seconds.

“You take care of those two boys, Kim,” Nate said softly as he pulled back.

“I’m glad they have a safe yard to run in.”

Kim covered her face with both hands and nodded twice, unable to say anything else.

Nate turned to Jeff and clapped a heavy hand on his shoulder, shaking him gently until Jeff looked up from his boots.

“Keep that propane truck on the road, Jeff,” Nate said.