Silence filled the car as Landon drove the fifteen minutes to his home in Pantego. Lizzie stared out the window, mindlessly viewing the surroundings. Finally, she spoke. “I still can’t believe this is happening, Landon. Dad’s always been this robust, lively guy, larger than life to me, almost bulletproof. He’s only fifty-six.”
Landon pulled into his driveway, put the car in park, then took her hand. “I wish there was something I could say or do that would make it better.”
She sighed. “I know. I appreciate you being here with me through it.”
As they walked into his house, he asked, “Anything sound good?’
“Something simple,” she answered.
“How about an omelet?” he offered.
“That will work.”
“Great,” Landon smiled. “Have a seat, it won’t take me long. Coffeepot is just over there, or i
