does this go?’
‘Wherever you think it belongs,’ I told him.
He considered the question, then planted it on the tallest little building.
Kit grinned.
‘Now everybody knows it’s ours.’
I watched the three boats move together across the pond.
For years, Evelyn Ashford had believed family was something she could control with money, signatures, and locked doors.
But my sons had never needed her permission to belong.
They already had a home.
And now, at last, they had the chance to discover their father on their own terms.
