I went to the master bedroom window and looked down at the driveway.

Arthur was standing at the trunk of his sedan, loading two brown suitcases while Martha held her coat tight at the collar.

Harper sat in the front passenger seat with her forehead against the glass and her phone dark in her hand.

Arthur stopped with his hand on the trunk lid and looked up at the second-floor window where I was standing.

I didn’t wave, and he didn’t lift his hand.