“Don’t you need to go in and tell them goodbye?” He looks toward the house. “They’ll miss you.” “They can text me.” I lean across the console and press a kiss on his cheek. “Now get this car started because I’m freezing.” Relief washes across his face, and he starts the car. We head home in silence. I don’t think I’ll be seeing the light in his eyes anytime soon. Something just switched off. But what?
