The big plane banked to the right as it made its way out over the Gulf of Mexico and headed north. Brad could see Tampa and the shoreline of Florida receding, leaving Hank, Greta, the horse show and Reggie behind. He leaned back in his seat and took a deep breath.
“You okay?” David asked.
“I’m fine,” Brad replied. He didn’t know if he really was, but right now he didn’t want to talk about the swirl of thoughts and feelings in his head. Dads David and Andy were with him and he knew he could rely on their strength and wisdom if he needed it. For the moment he just wanted to let it all settle in. They had been in high gear ever since his uncle’s phone call, making decisions and arrangements for getting Brad back to Michigan and his grandmother.
“She’ll be all right. She’s in good hands,
