Rory was already opening the door and heading out. I hurried downstairs to walk out the door then stopped cold. Rory was standing in front of the Blazer with a strange look on his face. “Is this your dad’s old Blazer?” he asked, his voice thick as if he was holding something back. I walked over to stand next to him, looking over the old SUV. “Yeah, I’ve been trying to keep her running.” I hoped he didn’t mind, it was the only thing of Dad’s that I managed to keep Mom from selling.
