“He has no idea. You’re going to flatten him.” She doesn’t mean Adam. He and Eli come in last. They’re nearly side by side, broad-shouldered with lines bracketing their mouths and the corners of their eyes. They’re the boys I ran around every inch of this property with, now all grown up, and the nostalgia of it nearly knocks me over. I measure Adam’s expression first—confusion, then realization, his eyes meeting mine as his mouth falls open—then look at Eli. He’s staring at me. His face is totally blank at first, but then I see it—the way his eyes start to glisten, the shake of his hand as he
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