“How’s your dad?” I ask, leaning back in the seat to get more comfortable. Cade whistles under his breath. “Terrible. I’ve never seen him like this. It’s like he’s there but not there, you know?” I nod, staring at the mountains coming into view through the windshield. There’s snow on the very top, greens and grays covering the rest. “Yeah, I do,” I whisper.
