He helped Wyatt find a missing glove and remembered that Mason disliked having his seat belt twisted.

Lorraine was waiting in the sunroom when we arrived.

Her hair had gone a little grayer.

The silver trays were still polished, but there were no relatives stationed nearby waiting for a reaction.

“Hello,” she said, her voice unsteady.

“I’m glad you’re here.”

The children greeted her in their different ways.

Delilah went first.