Hayden

"You do the grilling; we'll take care of everything else."

Dad looks between the two of us, seeming to think about arguing over who is going to do what. But in the end it looks like he changes his mind. "I'll leave you to it then."

He leaves out the sliding door and I take stock of where we are. How this is a memory of a time I wasn't sure I'd come back to. When I'd left Bradford to go to college, I'd had these thoughts of not returning and making something ...