"Hurry up Riley before the apples burn!" The older man said with a frown. It seemed to snap Riley out of whatever reverie he was in. He turned and jogged the short distance to the house, favoring his bad leg. The fact that the act of jogging was obviously painful to him supported a suspicion that he didn‘t want to leave the man out there with them.

Sully took a seat at the picnic table and peered up at Stella. "How you like the house?"

She nodded politely while ...