"Looking for this?"
Ethan's father stood beneath the trees.
Calm.
Composed.
Holding a thick brown folder.
The kind of calm that only made him more frightening.
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
The wind rustled through the leaves above us.
Then Ethan stepped forward.
"Dad?"
The older man looked at him.
For a moment his expression softened.
Only for a moment.
Then it vanished.
"You shouldn't have come here."
Lucas laughed.
A sharp, bitter laugh.
"Twenty years."
His voice trembled.
"Twenty years and that's the first thing you say?"
Ethan's father turned toward him.
"I hoped you w