When Lane saw his sister coming through the arrival gate, she looked exhausted. Her long, sandy hair was pulled back in a sloppy braid and she still wore a heavy coat, much as he had when he first arrived in Honolulu. Now he knew what Chell had probably thought, seeing him arrive overdressed for the tropical weather. In Angie’s arms was her year old daughter Emma, who was fussing a little. Her mother cooed to her, but Emma didn’t want the blanket covering her head or the rattle attached to her wrist, and she kept pushing them away, making little noises that threatened to turn into cries at any moment. Behind Angie came her husband Ed, tall and gangly and laden down with his wife’s purse, the baby’s diaper bag, and the baby carrier. Behind him, Lane saw his parents, William and Bev, dressed
