Chapter 22

His dad insisted on wearing the ratty old shirt, but it made him happy. The few holes weren’t that noticeable. How many times did his dad have in his life to be happy like this anyway? Graham wasn’t going to let an old T-shirt stand in the way.

They piled into Graham’s SUV, his dad and Sam in the back seats, leaving the passenger seat empty for Sam’s uncle. He felt a little like a chauffeur.

“What’s your uncle’s name?” Graham asked as he pulled onto the highway, heading to Lee’s Summit.

“Frank. I’ll text him we’re on the way,” Sam added.

Graham caught Sam’s eye in the rearview mirror and tried to ignore the heat he saw, but he couldn’t. Sam wore his heart on his sleeve. He never hid his feelings, and sometimes it hit Graham right in the gut. He wanted to show Sam how he really felt. Wanted so badly to go back and change his mind. But he knew he couldn’t. Knew he had to stick with his plan.