––––––––
Jethro stood at the door to his mom’s house, his heart racing. He’d finally convinced Kalper that he was well enough to leave. All he’d wanted was to go home. It was what he’d dreamed about in prison, but now that he was here, he had no idea what to do.
So much had happened in this house. Memories of his childhood—happy and sad—surged through him. He’d had his family, but he’d been friendless and lonely until he’d met Trinity. His world had changed that fall. He’d lost his father, but he’d gained the use of his legs. He wanted to go back in time, to see his dad again, but no matter how much he wanted it, that wasn’t possible. The only way was always forward. He opened the door and walked into his childhood home.
“Jethro!” His mom rushed into the room, wrapping her arms around
