The van rumbles down the ramp into the underground office parking lot, Michael steering as I wave it toward a space I kept free near the elevators.
Jumping out, he jogs around the back and bangs open the lock on the rear doors. Inside, the female and minor contingent of our family sits on gym mattresses in a stark aluminium box.
“See,” says Mitch, pointing out, flashing warning eyes at me “Here’s Uncle James now. Like I told you. It’s an adventure.”
Cara wobbles toward me and I lift her out and down, followed by Beth with Adam. Mitch passes me Vicky’s travel cot, then helps Charlotte, clutching Harry to her chest, upright. I take Harry from her and Michael lifts her down, then offers a hand to Mitch.
Mitch, skin sheened, with a touch of high colour on pale cheekbones, nonetheless, is c
