“The light pollution in New York really drowns them out.” “And the air? The first three days, I didn’t know what I was smelling, and then I realized it was actually fresh air. That was the difference.” Justin looked across the darkened Range Rover toward Aubrey. They’d just dropped off Max at his friend’s house, where Max had excitedly introduced Dolby’s parents to his dad and then dashed off with his friends to set up tents, leaving a confused and quiet couple to look at Aubrey and Justin, wondering if they should ask questions. “I think we handled that well,” Justin said. “With Max’s friend’s parents.” “Oh, do you? Well, you don’t live here. By tomorrow we’ll be the talk of Hudson, and it won’t take long for someone to figure out just exactly who you are, and then life changes for Max.” Aubrey sighed. She hadn’t really considered how things would change for Max in Hudson once his friends and his friends’ parents sorted out that Max was the son of one of the world’s richest men.
