The moon was bright as they walked down the road from Del’s house to Justin’s. They followed the blacktop instead of cutting through the field and down the gully. The night air was sharp, and Harper and Wyatt, holding hands, skipped ahead a little. The breeze rustled the long tufts of dry grass at the side of the road and, from the trees down toward the gully, Justin heard the low hoot of an owl and the beat of wings.
“One thing I missed in the city?” Del asked. He was carrying Scarlett on his hip, and he reached out with his spare hand to catch Justin’s fingers in his own
“What?” Justin asked softly. He swung the bag with the Tupperware containers in his other hand.
“The stars,” Del said and turned his face toward the night sky. “Sometimes, when I finished work it was three or four in
