Scott has finally calmed down enough for his parents to start putting on their coats to leave. He offers a brief goodbye to them, turns and glares at me from across the room and stalks down the hall to disappear into his office where he, no doubt, will lose himself in a computer game or some meticulously crafted financial spreadsheet. I"m standing awkwardly in the dining room holding Tristan in my arms, watching wordlessly as Scott"s parents finish up their exit routine. His mom steps out of the house first and heads for the car. After a few moments, Scott"s dad turns with a key outstretched to me and says quietly, "Here. In case you ever need it." "Oh," I uncertainly, drawing my brows together and conveying confusion at the exchange. "Thank you." He sees my bewilderment and clarifies,

