“Dad, you should really consider moving.” Jasper mixed too much sugar into his coffee and watched his father. He’d been having the same conversation since he’d arrived in Bern six days ago. His father’s face fell, the first indication Jasper had that he might actually be thinking about it.
“It’s just like Bern,” he said. “A quiet atmosphere. Quaint houses, right on the beach, if that’s what you want. There’s no snow.”
His mother had fallen on a patch of ice in the driveway, prompting their initial trip to the hospital. But they’d kept her due to some abnormal blood work. Since then, they seemed to take more blood than she had to give, running test after test.
They were supposed to get the final results that afternoon.
“I’m there,” Jasper said. “And I’m not going to leave.” The thought
