First & Then(73)

I pulled into the driveway and looked over at Foster, and I couldn’t help but think of what Ezra had said, how sometimes it felt as if everything that had happened to his family had happened to other people. How would Foster feel, seeing old pictures of himself? Was it all something that happened to another person, or was he the stranger now? Maybe a little bit of both. He and I were different people, before we had each other. But I wouldn’t trade places with that other person now.

“Well…” I said, finally. “We’re home.”

He looked up at the house—our house. And after a moment, “Thanks for the ride, Dev.”

“No problem.”

Foster nodded and then got out of the car. I opened my door and followed.