Rafe set a dishtowel underneath Lyle’s arm. Lyle had shaken his head at Randy’s suggestion to go out back. “Not at night.” He’d also turned down Vaughn’s offer to run out to the shop and grab a tarp. “I won’t need anything that big. The doctor doesn’t need to see it all happen to believe that it can. That it does.” Then he’d locked his gaze on Matthew’s and stared with the intensity of high-beams through an unlit tunnel. “Are you ready, Doc? I mean…really, really ready?”
Matthew looked at Vaughn: set jaw, firm gaze, arms crossed over chest. He looked at Rafe and saw worry and yet, still, pride. His eyes skipped over Randy’s face and saw that Randy hadn’t been lying about the fear. Without consciously thinking about it, Matthew reached behind him and caught Gavin’s hand. Though there was e
