Chapter 32 Riggs
THIRTY-TWO
RIGGS
As soon as we finish eating, I help my parents load their car. Dad is exhausted and needs to get home to rest. I was concerned about him coming out and being around so many people, but he assured me that his doctor signed off on it.
Mom hugs me first, squeezing me tight. “Today was wonderful. You were right about that Reagan. She really is something special, and her family is great too.” I smile back at her, and she kisses me on the cheek before sliding into the driver’s seat.
“I am so grateful for you, Son. I love you,” my dad murmurs as he pulls me in for an embrace. Usually, he isn’t one to share too much emotion. I hug him back fiercely, knowing this is most likely his last Thanksgiving.
“Thanks, Dad. I love you too.” I help him into the passenger seat and stand in the driveway watching until I can no longer see their car.
Walking back in the house, I find Reagan looking out the window to the backyard. I come up beside her and put my arms around her shoulders, pulling her into my side. She fits perfectly, like the missing piece of a puzzle.
“How’s your dad feeling?” She breaks the silence, and I look down at her with gratitude.
“He’s tired, but today was a good day. Hopefully that continues,” I tell her, and I pray that is the case.
“I’m glad. Happy Thanksgiving, Point Guard,” she says quietly.
“Happy Thanksgiving, Sunshine.”