Eleanor looked displeased and seemed ready to argue, but I walked out before she could say anything. As I passed Zachary, I said, "Zack, let's go."

Danny had stopped crying and was quietly resting his face against my chest, his head on my shoulder. As we left, he murmured, "Bye-bye, Grandma."

Zachary revered the car, turned onto the main road, and drove away from the familiar little yard.

The sun hadn't risen yet, but the first light of dawn was ...