house had shifted.
The daughter they had treated like an embarrassment had not taken the train because she couldn’t afford a car.
I simply didn’t enjoy driving in unfamiliar cities.
The woman they thought was unsuccessful had spent the last decade turning a two-person dispatch operation into a regional aviation network.
Dad glanced toward the garage.
“So the train…”
“Was convenient.”
“And your apartment?”
“I like it.”
Vanessa stared at me.
“You could afford a mansion.”
“Probably.”
“Then why don’t you have one?”
“Because I don’t want one.”
She looked
