"Honey! Let's go!" Mom yells up the stairs.

"Coming!" I yell back. I put on a black cardigan and run downstairs.

"You ready?" Mom asks, rubbing my shoulder.

"Ready as I'll ever be," I say sarcastically so I don't get choked up.

"Let's go." We walk to the car. Dad and Josh are in the front seats. Lucas is crying in the back.

"What's wrong?" I ask Lucas. "You okay?"

"He's fine," Josh responds. "The car just reminds him of..."

"Oh, okay. I'm sorry I brought it up," I say, cutting him off so he doesn't have to continue.

"It's fine. You didn't know."