It turned out to be enough.

Chapter 13 — My Boys

The porch light was already glowing against the dimming sky when Ethan’s truck pulled into our driveway.

I pushed open the front door and called into the house, softly, the way you learn to call in a house with someone frail in it.

“Grandma?

We’re back.”

Evelyn was in her armchair by the window, a blanket over her lap.

In the four hours since I’d left she seemed to have grown even smaller, even more translucent, the way she did toward the end of a long day.