Richard slowly turned his head to look at Linda, then swung his gaze back to his son.

“She walked two miles along the highway shoulder in the cold because she had no car,” my father added softly.

“She needed food for the child.”

The driveway went completely still.

A light breeze rustled the dry leaves along the edge of the flower bed.

Richard set his TV remote down on the porch railing.

He didn’t look at Linda, who had crossed her arms even tighter over her chest.

He stared straight at Ethan, his eyes fixed on his son’s face.