Ricky

“Mom and Dad,” I say, dropping Marilyn’s hand and giving them each a hug. “How did you get here so fast?”

“We found a direct flight to Indy and rented a car,” Mom says, looking around and spotting Devan. Tears coat Mom’s cheeks as she and my sister embrace. Holding Devan against her shoulder, Mom pets Devan’s hair. “He’s going to be all right.” Mom nods. “I’ve claimed it.”

The room buzzes with ...