Tall.
Quiet.
Far too observant for his own good.
“What’s going on?”
Daniel instantly changed expression.
The tired husband disappeared.
Dad appeared.
“Nothing you need to worry about.”
Elliot looked past him.
There was a suitcase at the bottom of the stairs.
Blue.
Packed.
Ready.
I hadn’t even noticed it.
“Are you leaving?”
“We’ll talk later.”
“Then why are you packed?”
Daniel walked into the hallway and picked up the suitcase.
“Elliot, later.”
“Are you leaving?”
Daniel didn’t answer.
Then Elliot said something that froze both of us.
“Is this
