Brynn was complaining loudly to Landon, gesturing with a plate, performing her displeasure for anyone within range.
Three days into the vacation of her dreams, my mother looked like she wanted to go home.
Then she saw me.
She froze.
My father turned to follow her gaze, and then Brynn, and I watched the recognition move across all three faces at once, the way a shadow moves across a field.
I stayed where I was by the window, and I kept eating, slowly and peacefully, and I let them come to me.
They came.
My father reached the table first.
“What are you doing here?”
I folded my napkin and smiled.