I nodded. “I think he just might be.”

I thought that was the end.

Two days later, as we cleared breakfast dishes, a thunderous roar shook the house. The windowpanes rattled.

“Is that…?” I murmured, stepping to the window.

A helicopter was descending right in front of our house.

“Mom! It’s landing!” Lily shouted, barefoot, racing to the door.

The blades whipped the trees, tossing leaves across our lawn like confetti. A man in a navy suit stepped out.

My heart stilled.