Adele wore her white hair in a stylish bob and was dressed to the nines in a red suit and heels. Her husband was tanned from spending his days on the golf course in Florida, but his twinkling blue eyes lit up with delight at the sight of his eldest grandchild.

“Oh… Oh wow.”

“Who is it?” Laura asked.

“Adele and Russ.” After working for them for close to a year, Laura certainly recognized those names.

“Did you know they were coming?”

“I had no idea, and neither did my mother.”

Sarah was in tears as she hugged her parents. “What’re you doing here? You didn’t say you were coming.”

“Of course we’re here,” Adele said. “We wouldn’t be anywhere else.” She hugged Owen tightly, surrounding him with the scent of Chanel No. 5 that took him right back to childhood summers on Gansett.

They all moved into the corridor, where Owen had the pleasure of introducing his grandparents to Laura.

“It’s so lovely to finally meet you in person,” Adele said as she hugged Laura.

“I’m so happy to meet you, too,” Laura said.

While she chatted with his grandparents, Owen shook hands with David and Blaine, who were leaving to go home. “Thank you again for this. I’ll never be able to tell you how much it means to us that you came.”

“We’ll be hoping for a positive outcome,” David said.

“Keep us posted,” Blaine added.

“I will.”

“Hopefully, you’ll be on your way home very soon,” David said.

“Let’s hope so.”

They said good-bye to Sarah and left for the airport, where they would catch a commercial flight back to Rhode Island.

Frank came in pushing Holden’s stroller and met Owen’s grandparents, who made a huge fuss over the baby they’d heard so much about.

“There’s a great diner across the street,” Frank said. “Holden and I had some coffee there earlier.”

“I’m starving,” Sarah announced.

Owen was glad to hear she felt hungry, because all he felt was sick. Then his father emerged from the courtroom, coming to a halt when he encountered the gathering in the hallway. The look he gave Sarah had her shrinking right before Owen’s eyes. Old habits died hard.

“Move along,” Owen said to his father.

“Watch yourself, boy.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not a boy anymore, so you’d be wise to watch yourself and the way you talk to my mother.”

“Still playing the role of the hero, huh?”

“Still playing the role of the dickhead, huh?”

“Move along, Mr. Lawry,” Tom said. “You’re under a restraining order that prevents you from contacting your ex-wife. This counts as contact.”

“I’ll move along, but you should’ve taken the deal, Sarah. You’ve got nothing against me.”

“Move,” Charlie said in a ton that forced Mark to take notice.

“What’s it to you?”