Then his dad would shake his head and say the one thing that would ease the hard knot in Alex’s chest. He was his Dad, so he’d make it…better.
Alex turned the last corner and strode toward home. He slowed as he reached the rutted drive way with the cement that needed to be broken out and replaced. He knew where to step, where to avoid. He reached the back door. It opened, framing his dad in the opening.
“Alex? Was just heading your way. Good, you can give me a ride.” Zach pulled the door shut, locked it. “You didn’t need anything in there, did you?”
Alex shook his head, turned to follow his dad back to Ben’s car, without speaking. He couldn’t with the question—and the knot—stuck in his throat.
Thankfully for Nell’s sore tush, they’d moved to the smaller living room and softer seating f
