Dinner that night was simple but good. The ribeyes cooked rare for him and medium rare for her, just the way Wyatt had said he liked his, the meat almost bloody in the center. Lauren had made a crisp salad and warmed bread in the oven until the crust crackled. They ate at her small kitchen table. Wyatt enjoyed his so much he ate every bite.

"That was really good," he said, sitting back.

"Don't sound so surprised. Nana believed in home-cooked meals. I liked being with her."

After cleaning up, ...