Lucas

“You’re dressed formal again, Luke,” my mother says as Callie hurries past her on her search for my father.

“Bye, Callie girl,” I call.

“Bye, Dad,” she says, spinning as she runs, her long golden braid swinging seconds before she disappears through the house with her suitcase in tow, calling for her grandfather.

Shaking my head, I turn back to my mother. While I don’t give my parents’ appearances that much thought, ...