I could tell he remained nervous.
When we arrived, Jason was already in the backyard.
Smoke from the grill drifted through the warm evening air. Jason stood near the barbecue when we came around the side of the house.
I smiled.
“Jason, this is—”
I never finished.
Richard stopped walking.
It happened so suddenly that at first I thought he had become dizzy.
Then I saw his face.
All the color had disappeared.
He stared at my son.
Jason stared back.
Neither spoke.
The sounds of the barbecue seemed to
