“You’re sure you’ll be okay without us?” Tam asks, cocking one eyebrow up and smiling with one side of her pink mouth because she knows the answer already. They are standing in the front doorway. Tam stands, draped in comfortable clothes for driving, backpack slung over her shoulder, hand on the back of Maggie’s neck. Maggie is seven, staring up at her dad, frowning. They are on the concrete porch. Will is on the inside of the threshold standing on the linoleum, leaning a hand on the doorframe i...