Thorne pulled into the driveway at his childhood home early. As close as he could figure his mother would have just gotten the turkey started. Or was possibly still working on it. Charlie would still be feeding and dealing with animals, and who knew where Dad and Yeats would be. He’d made the drive the day before and spent the evening and later than he’d planned last night, catching up with Frost, now he was impatient to see the rest of his family.
He wasted no time in getting out of the truck or up the steps and through the door without bothering to knock.
“Ma, where are you?” he called out, unafraid of waking anyone, Dad would never let anyone sleep this late, not unless they’d been working the night shift.
“In the kitchen, where do you expect?”
Thorne grinned as he made his way to t
