Wendell looked at his eldest son for a long moment, and gave him the only thing that was honest to give.
“Then that road starts today,” he said.
Outside, the afternoon was warm and gold.
Ezra took his father’s arm, and Micah walked beside their mother, and they went out into the light together — no longer pretending that every broken thing was mended, but done, at last, with letting secrets and lies decide the shape of their lives.
THE END.