we going?” Nora asked.
Elias looked at her with tired eyes and a steady smile.
“Anywhere you want.”
Nora looked through the windshield at the wet road, the bright sky, and the world beyond the gate.
She held the key fob in both hands like a promise.
“Home first,” she said.
Elias blinked. “We are home.”
Nora smiled at the house behind them, at the open windows, at the pantry door leaning harmlessly in the garage corner, waiting to be thrown away.
“I know,” she said. “I just wanted to hear you say it.”
