“What do you mean, you’re not going?”

I turned to Abigail.

“Going where?

He was supposed to go with them?”

“I think so,” she whispered.

“I think Dad was trying to get him to come on the trip.

Just listen.”

On the screen, Lucas straightened up and tossed a bright red life jacket onto the workbench between them, the way you’d toss a challenge.