At noon on his first day home from the hospital, Alex heard his mother in friendly conversation on the front porch. A moment later she led Quinn through the front door by the arm. Alex realized instantly that if Quinn had once been his father’s friend, then he was likely his mother’s friend too. But why have we never met before? Was I so distant from my parents’ life that I did not know a close friend like this?
“How are you?” Quinn asked as he strode into the den.
“Okay,” Alex said. “I’m glad to be home. It’s still a challenge with Rachel. I deserve it.”
“Give it time,” Quinn said. “Did you do your homework?”
“I did. It was hard.”
Alex picked up the notepad and tossed it to Quinn. He had scribed awkwardly with his left hand since ...