Chapter 5The next week, Wes came home amid the usual traffic and early-evening color, the bronzed sapphires of the sky and the glimmer of lights turning on and the ruffle of October trees along their street. As he pulled up to the house, into the driveway, he saw autumn glowing with full-bodied joy: falling-leaf light-silhouettes in windows, and a corn-husk wreath on the door, and twinkling orange stars in the trees and bushes. A witch’s broom leaned near the front door; petite pumpkins, each one lit and smiling, sat on the three front steps.
Finn, Wes thought; and the thought left him breathless, sitting in his car in the driveway, not yet pulling into the garage. Oh, Finn. Loving the world, loving the season, sharing light with everyone.
He wanted to walk into their house and run to th
