“Everyone will.”

I slept in my old childhood bedroom that night, surrounded by faded wallpaper and old wooden furniture.

At four fifteen in the morning, the deep rumble of a truck engine woke me from my sleep.

I walked over to the window and looked down into the driveway.

The morning was pitch black, but the yellow porch light illuminated Dad as he carefully loaded heavy cardboard banana boxes into the bed of his green pickup truck.

He carried them out from the storage shed one by one, placing them neatly beneath a dark tarp.