Chapter 23
Jacksonville, FL
Sunday afternoon
QUENTIN AND NATE were waiting at the security checkpoint in the terminal, when Robert and Nancy Wilson showed up among a group of passengers. Nate’s grandparents were exactly as Quentin remembered them: they were both in their seventies, white-haired, and rail-thin. They were both pulling rolling bags behind them. When Nate spotted them, he ran forward, and hugged both of them. Quentin stood waiting until Nate led his grandparents forward.
“Good to see you, Mr. and Mrs., Wilson,” Quentin said. “I hope you’re well.”
“Thank you, Quentin,” Mrs. Wilson said. “We’re doing fine, considering.”
“How was your flight?” Nate said.
“Flights,” his grandmother said. “We had to change planes in Atlanta.”
“Have you had lunch?” Quentin said.
“No, we did
