Ezra’s just turned around after that long drive, getting his bearings in the dark.” Smooth as water closing over a stone.
Ezra looked at his brother, and understood that this was the trick of him — that the lie and the smile came so naturally they weren’t even effortful.
He gathered the letters and the bank document and slid them into his backpack.
“We’re going to sit down tomorrow,” he said quietly.
“All of us.
And we’re going to talk about everything.”