The attendant had politely informed us that we weren't dressed for golf. Jamie had responded by asking whether the clothes would somehow prevent us from hitting a ball. I hadn't known what to say to that. Soren had simply nodded as though Jamie had made an excellent point, which only made the attendant's smile tighten at the edges.
And that was how we had ended up here—three people who had no business being near a golf club, standing on carefully maintained grass under a sky that was almost too blue for how chaotic this afternoon already felt.
I glanced over my shoulder.
