Lucas stood at the door holding several large bags. I looked at him, and he looked at me.

　　After a moment of surprise, I found myself strangely calm. I couldn't help but think that one of them—Grandpa or Frank—must have sold me out.

　　It felt weird. When I left, I was so angry, like a balloon filled with gas, flying away without looking back. But now, a few days later, the air had deflated. I couldn't seem to take off anymore.

　　And now, looking at ...