Chapter 17

Curtis paused in the doorway, touching Zane’s arm. “Zane.”

“Yes?” Zane shot him a questioning look.

But how could he explain that Aaron was glad to see him, happy? What good would it do Zane to know his brother was lost between worlds?

“Nothing,” he said softly.

As they stepped inside, a tall man and woman, both dressed neatly and elegantly in clothes Curtis associated with people born with money, rose from Queen Ann style chairs, and came forward. Walter Carmichael wore a tailored suit and Mary Carmichael an elegant peach pantsuit. They were attractive in that way rich people could afford to be. Yeah, yeah, Curtis was cynical.

Robbie hung back behind him, like he didn’t really want to be there, but couldn’t really escape it either. Which was true, he guessed.

::They never change. They aren’t perfect, but it wasn’t them.::

“Mr. Macintyre,” Walter said, shaking his hand. “My son tells me you plan to write a book about our son, Aaron.”

He nodded. “Yes.”