The boy pressed his face against the glass and watched the snowflakes; blowing in the wind.

“Yes, I know Jim is back in town… Yes, I know he just got parole today… I know he’s still got a grudge against Andrew, but… Yes… I see…” The boy’s mother hurried around the kitchen, gathering random pieces of clothing and throwing them into duffel bags. The boy busied himself with his toys as the mother rushed around, trying to find her coat. “Carol, calm down. Andrew will be fine…”, she said in a reassuring tone, “He only wants some of the money, right?” The boy was counting the snowflakes on the windowsill, when he noticed a dark figure moving through the blanket of white outside.
“Okay, we’ll be at your house soon. It’ll be alright…”
The front door burst open in a gust of cold wind, startling the boy and his mother. The mother dropped the phone in shock, as the figure approached the front door. The boy’s eyes lit up, and a large smile spread across his face.

“Daddy!”