walked past his mother and sat down on the couch, head in hands. “Please, just go.” “I’m not leaving without you, Dylan. There’s too much at stake.” He heard her footsteps approach, and saw her shoes step onto the floor in front of him. Fortunately, she didn’t sit down next to him; Dylan wasn’t sure what he would have done if she had. “You want to know why I left, where I’ve been? Come with me, and I’ll answer every question you have. There’s a great deal you need to know about me. About yourself. And I’m the only one who can tell you.” Dylan was tempted. The very possibility of answers was compelling; that there actually were answers, even more so. He looked up at his mother standing there, arms crossed once more, and the sight drove all temptation out of his mind. He stood up, and found, standing toe to toe, that as tall as she was, he stood over her by at least an inch. The realization strengthened his resolve. “It doesn’t matter what the answers are,” he said. “No rationale could ever excuse what you did. I don’t care what your excuses are. I don’t care what you want to tell me or where you want to take me. I don’t even care how you pulled off that trick with the door. All I care about is that you left us, and you broke something when you did. And you can’t fly in here more than twenty years later and fix it. I’ll say it one more time. Get out.” Dylan extended his arm toward the door, while his eyes never
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