After Sam turned the ignition, he took a moment, while the car idled and his gloved hands gripped the wheel—he drummed all his fingers once, twice—to revel in the sight of Amanda, Claire, and Vince, his expression unabashedly wistful as the three chatted and laughed, not so much having forgotten us but seeming to have never noticed us in the first place. And while I could not say exactly what Sam was thinking, what I did want to tell him, during those forever seconds, was that I knew exactly how he felt.
