“Could we please talk about this at home?” I beg him. “I understand how you’re feeling, but we can work this out. I just want to be a family again.” I reach into my coat pocket for the keys to my Toyota. “Tell me where you are and I’ll come pick you guys up.” I’m going to drive along the road until I see them. I’m going to find them if it’s the last thing I do. Except where are my keys? “I think it will be hard for you to pick us up,” Shane says, “since I have the keys to the Toyota.”
