say to himself, âMust have been a deer.â Then the man walked back into the cabin.
Kaden didnât dare go look through the curtains again. He leaned back against the cabin wall, shut his eyes, and let out his breath. His hands were shaking with the realization that he had seen his fatherâs face for the first time in years. Kaden thought his face looked familiar in a vague sort of way. Probably because of the photos on Emmettâs wall , Kaden thought. Dad would look older now, but he was still the same person, he would still look kind of the same, kind of familiar.
Kaden wondered what his father was doing inside and why he was sneaking around, waiting for no one to be home. He was lost in his thoughts when he heard the door to Cabin Five close. He laid flat on his stomach and peeked around thecorner. It was too dark to see much, just the silhouette of his father in the moonlight walking down the driveway. Soon he walked out of sight. Kaden got up and quietly scooted across the gap between the cabins. He looked around the far corner of Cabin Four and watched his father again, until he walked out of sight in front of Gramâs cabin.
Kaden waited. He didnât hear anything. His fatherâs truck was in front of Gramâs cabin but he didnât hear the motor start.
Maybe heâs sitting on the porch , Kaden thought. He listened intently but didnât hear the glider creak. He waited a little longer, wondering if he should sneak up to see what was happening, wondering if he wasnât just being a coward for not letting his father know he was there all along. He had almost talked himself into confronting his father when he heard the truck door close and the motor start. Headlights flooded the circle drive and Kaden watched the truck drive past the gap between Cabin Four and Gramâs cabin. Then he ran to the front corner of Cabin Four just in time to see the truck turn left and head toward town.
Kaden walked down the drive to Cabin Five. The cabin was dark now and Kaden couldnât see anything through the crack in the curtains. He turned the knob on the door. It was locked. With a sigh, he went back up the drive to Gramâs cabin. As he opened her door, something dawned on him. Dad had a key to Cabin Five , he thought. Kaden turned on the light and sat down, wondering how his dad got a key. Gram must have given him one the day Emmett took me to Pillieâs. The day he wasnât ready to meet me .
Normally, being alone at the cabins didnât bother him. But now, knowing Dad had been there, the silence made him nervous. Kaden got up, turned on all the lights, and randomly pulled out an album from under the kitchen sink. The album cover had a photo of a guy sitting at a table, playing a guitar.
Kaden put the record on. The first song on the album didnât do much for him but the next song was about a friend that sticks with you even when things are going bad. The guy called them rainy-day friends. The song made him stop thinking about his father and start thinking about Yo-Yo. He didnât know him very well but Yo-Yo seemed like the type of guy who would be both a rainy-day and sunny-day friend.
As the album played, Kaden searched through the cupboards for anything at all that could be considered dessert. He pulled out a box of raisins and the peanut butter. He scooped a big glob of peanut butter into a bowl and put a handful of raisins on top.
Kaden hadnât been paying attention to the lyrics of the third song but suddenly a line registered in his head. Leaving the bowl on the counter, he went back over to the recordplayer, carefully picked up the arm, and gently set the needle in the wider groove just before the third song.
Kaden played the song over and over. It talked about needing time and about trust and faith. About being confused and trying to figure things out. The song hit home. Kaden felt confused and was trying to figure it all out. He needed time,
Kaden didnât dare go look through the curtains again. He leaned back against the cabin wall, shut his eyes, and let out his breath. His hands were shaking with the realization that he had seen his fatherâs face for the first time in years. Kaden thought his face looked familiar in a vague sort of way. Probably because of the photos on Emmettâs wall , Kaden thought. Dad would look older now, but he was still the same person, he would still look kind of the same, kind of familiar.
Kaden wondered what his father was doing inside and why he was sneaking around, waiting for no one to be home. He was lost in his thoughts when he heard the door to Cabin Five close. He laid flat on his stomach and peeked around thecorner. It was too dark to see much, just the silhouette of his father in the moonlight walking down the driveway. Soon he walked out of sight. Kaden got up and quietly scooted across the gap between the cabins. He looked around the far corner of Cabin Four and watched his father again, until he walked out of sight in front of Gramâs cabin.
Kaden waited. He didnât hear anything. His fatherâs truck was in front of Gramâs cabin but he didnât hear the motor start.
Maybe heâs sitting on the porch , Kaden thought. He listened intently but didnât hear the glider creak. He waited a little longer, wondering if he should sneak up to see what was happening, wondering if he wasnât just being a coward for not letting his father know he was there all along. He had almost talked himself into confronting his father when he heard the truck door close and the motor start. Headlights flooded the circle drive and Kaden watched the truck drive past the gap between Cabin Four and Gramâs cabin. Then he ran to the front corner of Cabin Four just in time to see the truck turn left and head toward town.
Kaden walked down the drive to Cabin Five. The cabin was dark now and Kaden couldnât see anything through the crack in the curtains. He turned the knob on the door. It was locked. With a sigh, he went back up the drive to Gramâs cabin. As he opened her door, something dawned on him. Dad had a key to Cabin Five , he thought. Kaden turned on the light and sat down, wondering how his dad got a key. Gram must have given him one the day Emmett took me to Pillieâs. The day he wasnât ready to meet me .
Normally, being alone at the cabins didnât bother him. But now, knowing Dad had been there, the silence made him nervous. Kaden got up, turned on all the lights, and randomly pulled out an album from under the kitchen sink. The album cover had a photo of a guy sitting at a table, playing a guitar.
Kaden put the record on. The first song on the album didnât do much for him but the next song was about a friend that sticks with you even when things are going bad. The guy called them rainy-day friends. The song made him stop thinking about his father and start thinking about Yo-Yo. He didnât know him very well but Yo-Yo seemed like the type of guy who would be both a rainy-day and sunny-day friend.
As the album played, Kaden searched through the cupboards for anything at all that could be considered dessert. He pulled out a box of raisins and the peanut butter. He scooped a big glob of peanut butter into a bowl and put a handful of raisins on top.
Kaden hadnât been paying attention to the lyrics of the third song but suddenly a line registered in his head. Leaving the bowl on the counter, he went back over to the recordplayer, carefully picked up the arm, and gently set the needle in the wider groove just before the third song.
Kaden played the song over and over. It talked about needing time and about trust and faith. About being confused and trying to figure things out. The song hit home. Kaden felt confused and was trying to figure it all out. He needed time,
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