There is something I want to talk to Craig about. It’s been nagging me since the plane ride, and I figure he’s my best shot to get some answers. “I have a question for you.”

“Of course!”

“Do you know anything about my dad’s family? I know my grandfather died.”

Craig’s friendly expression falters for a minute. “Yes. They live outside Atlanta. Your father’s mother is in an assisted living facility near where your aunt lives. They’ve been in touch, but your mother doesn’t think it’s a good idea for you to talk to them right now.”

“Wait, they’ve spoken to her?”

“Yes. And I’m sure you want to talk to them; it’s your right. But we need to give us all time to adjust. I hate to admit it, but Paula blames them.”

“He took me away from them, too,” I protest. Not to mention that Paula keeping me away from them is the same thing Dad had done to us.

“I know, believe me, I know.” Craig rubs his forehead. “Please give your mother some more time. I don’t think she realizes how immovable she’s been. So I’ll work on her and get you to at least be able to talk to them soon.”

“Okay,” I concede, because this is just another thing I have absolutely zero control over.

He slaps his hands on his legs. “Well, I want to make sure that you mention to the social worker how kind and giving your stepfather is. Remember: burgers, cheese, so much food.”

I look at the giant coffee table filled with food in the center of the sectional.

Craig is right. Paula isn’t the only one who needs time to adjust. Once I get this family under my feet, I can work on getting to know Dad’s. I, unfortunately, have nothing but time here.

Craig continues, “Plus, I got you not one, not two, but three, count them, three dips!”

“And they were all delicious.”

“I’m going to be too full for dinner tonight, but don’t tell your mom that.”

I pretend to zip my lips.

“But, seriously, I hope you give us a chance.”

I nod, but feel torn. I like Craig. I like Sarah. But I love the people back home. I know a lot can change with time, but a lot can change with time. That includes things back home. What if by the time I get there, they’ve all moved on? Marian has a new best friend, Neil has a girlfriend …

The door to the first-floor entrance opens, and we hear Paula coming up the stairs. “Did your team win?”

“Yes,” I reply.

She stands over Craig and me with her arms folded. “Good.”

“Yeah.”

Pause.

More silence.

More awkwardness.