happened.”
Then he looked toward the window.
“Everybody carries something, Lauren. Most of the time, we have no idea what it is.”
I wanted to argue, but his expression discouraged me.
Instead, I pointed at the keychain.
“Will you finally tell me where those wings came from?”
He stared at them for a long moment.
“They were a gift.”
“From whom?”
“Some people I knew years ago.”
“Were they friends?”
Dad smiled sadly.
“Very good people. Better than I deserved.”
Before I could ask another question, the boarding announcement began.
