Zane laughed. “Hey, sport. I can see you on my computer. Can you see me?” “Yes.” “Did you get those little cars I sent you?” “I like this one.” The three-year-old held it up for Zane to see. As far as he was concerned, Skype was the best cyberinvention ever. “Say thank-you to your uncle,” he heard Sadie say in the background. “Thank you. When are you coming?” “Pretty soon. I still have work to do.” “But I want you to come home!” Zane could tell his brother’s son was getting ready to cry. He got a huge lump in his throat. “There’s nothing I want more, too. Guess what?” “What?” “I’ll be there for my vacation on the Fourth of July.” Three weeks away. He was living for it. “We’re going to have a big party with fireworks at my house!”