Chapter Sixteen
The three-and-a-half-hour drive from Grand Rapids to Steve’s northern Michigan hometown barely registered as a blip in his memory. He’d been so preoccupied during the drive, thinking of Eric and of the future that lay ahead of him, he’d pretty much driven on auto pilot. As he pulled into his parent’s driveway, his mother must have heard his car, for she stood at the front door.
“What are you doing here?” She rushed down the steps and threw her arms around her son as Felix excitedly wiggled around at their feet, wagging his tail. “Why didn’t you call and tell me you were coming? I’d have had lunch ready for you.”
“It’s okay, Mom. I came to see you, not to eat.”
“Well, you have to eat something.” She placed her hand on his back, ushering him toward the house. “Come on in,
