I knew that wasn’t true. Alec may have outgrown acting like a large cat, but he’d never lost his love of them. Even our dog was named Longdan after an extinct breed of Chinese tiger. “Alright, we’ll avoid the lions, but we are going in, we are going to be a family and, if you still want to spend the last week of summer with Lee in Cape May, you’ll try to enjoy yourself.”
Alec grunted unhappily and shoved his feet into his shoes. They were an old pair, the heel scrunched from years of never untying. Grabbing his red baseball cap, Alec got out of the car. Closing the door, I moved to the trunk, making short work of opening it and grabbing the backpack I used as a diaper bag. A folding pocket knife was shoved into a mesh side pocket. The wood handle was in bad shape, but the blade was sharp. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember why it was there; I didn’t normally require a knife when changing Izzy’s diaper.
I pulled out the knife and was about to toss it in the trunk, but something stopped me. I’d never had faith in anything, not the way Danny had, but I also didn’t believe in coincidences. I had on my favorite pair of cargo pants. I always found the excessive number of pockets useful; they were usually stuffed full with binkies and tiny tissue packets. I bent forward, one hand supporting Izzy’s neck since the top of the carrier ended at her neckline, and slipped the blade into my right calf pocket. Before closing up the trunk, I grabbed our small camera.
For some reason, as my family and I walked toward the entrance of Starr Farms, the weight of the knife in my pocket gave me comfort. That puzzled me.
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