The night air was deliciously fresh and cool after the stuffy kitchen, but they could have walked into a burning inferno and Randy would have still preferred it over continuing the conversation with his mother. Above them, the moon poured light over frost-tinged surfaces, coloring everything with a blue blush. Stars glinted like pinpoints jabbed through velvet.
Randy’s father rocked back on his heels, his sights on the heavens. “Sure is dark out here, isn’t it?”
“Mm-hmm,” Randy agreed. “It’s great for sleeping.”
“So, you’re sleeping better now?”
“I think so.”
When his dad dropped an arm around his shoulder, Randy barely resisted the urge to bury his face against the man like he was six years old all over again.
“You really doing okay?”
Four words, nothing more, but they broke Randy’
