Mr. Lodge picks us up from the airport in a fancy sedan with an entirely glass dashboard. I nearly ask about it, what happened to the Subaru, why the stingiest man on earth would buy a new car. then I remember.
The Subaru was Lynn's.
So, I keep quiet, watching the snow fall from the car. Kellan chats animatedly with his dad, the two men, an example of what family could be. Nonjudgmental, welcoming, forgiving. Mr. Lodge doesn't ask Kellan why we flew home so late, doesn't get angry for not visiting during Thanksgiving. Simply he says, "Glad to have you son."
The drive is quick and before I know it, we're weaving through the suburbs. Kellan met my wide eyes in the rearview mirror. I lock onto him, concentrate on him. The green and brown and gold in his eyes. I work hard, memorizing them,
