Chapter 67 Nelson's Wisdom

• *After the Vacation*
• The mansion's east wing felt different now. Not as cold. Not as intimidating. I watched from the doorway as Nelson sat between the boys on the leather sofa, a worn leather photo album spread across their laps. Sun filtered through the tall windows, catching dust motes swirling above their heads.
• "Your dad was about your age in this one," Nelson said, his weathered finger tapping a faded photograph. "Baseball championship. Bottom of the ninth, bases loaded."