“We just wanted to give something back,” Ethan whispered.
“You already did. Fifteen years of being my sons.”
For a long moment, nobody said anything. Kevin quietly left and returned with three glasses of water. Then he sat across from us with his elbows on his knees and a look on his face I couldn’t read.
“There’s one more thing,” he said. “Something I haven’t told any of you yet.”
Part 4: A Different Road
Kevin set his glass on the coffee table. “First, though, we have to talk about the part that isn’t okay.”
Noah nodded miserably. “The skipping school part.”
“Yes. And the lying about where you were.”
I made myself look at them, even though every motherly instinct wanted to kiss their foreheads and call it a day. “Do you understand what could have happened if something had gone wrong at that car wash and none of us knew where you were?”
