Emma leaned against the window by the front door, pulling
back the curtain just an inch. Joe was heading out of town this week, and
Andrew was due back home any minute. Her heart rose when Joe’s truck pulled up,
only to sink when he didn’t bother getting out. It hurt so much to see her son
carrying his clothes in a duffel bag, as if this were a sleepover.
She put on a cheerful smile before she opened the door
for Andrew.
