Chapter 4

Michael called twelve minutes after we reached my father’s house.

Dad had placed our suitcases in the guest room and turned down the clean sheets. Ben set his computer and university papers beside the bed.

“Do either of you want soup?” Dad asked.

Ben shook his head.

My phone rang before I could answer.

“Where’s the calendar?” Michael demanded.

“The family calendar?”

“It’s not on the refrigerator.”

I looked through the guest-room door. Ben sat on the edge of the bed, still wearing his white graduation shirt.

“I brought it with us.”

“Why?”

“Because most of the appointments on it…