Andy glanced in the rear-view mirror. Gabriel was grinning ear to ear in the backseat of his pickup; his bangs were drooping in his eyes. Maybe tomorrow Andy would take him and the two of them could get a haircut. Andy braked at the end of his driveway and glanced back at his home. Forty acres, with a small, two-stall barn in back, a corral, some pasture—a basic, modest home he’d never once pictured himself living in. He couldn’t quite shake this sense of it being “his” and “their” home. No one was going to show up here and turn their life upside down, because for the first time in his life, he’d walked away from his family, who they were, what they were, and all that power. He hadn’t even considered calling Todd, whom he hadn’t heard from since marrying Laura. No, that was a closed chapte
