I’m thinking about it,” Chloe said as they drove to church. The discussion had grown old in the week since Maddy’s game. In fact, Chloe had begun to wish her life was back to the mundane normalcy it had been before the mayor’s shooting, even if that meant Brendan left. He saw too much. She looked at him and saw possibilities that could never be. “Well, when are you going to know? Everyone’s making plans and if I don’t decide soon, I won’t get to go.” Fully aware of Brendan in the seat beside her, Chloe turned halfway around to give her son “the look.” “I’m doing the best I can, Kyle. It’s not even December yet. I’ll let you know when I’ve got something figured out about your ski trip. Okay?” He opened his mouth, thought better of it and turned his face to the window. Chloe heaved a sigh of relief. Nothing she’d confronted was as hard as having strangers involved in the dynamics of her family. “I’m sorry,” she apologized as Brendan helped her from the van.
