They didn’t announce it in a grand way. They sent a text to each child.
Moving. We love you. We’ll send an address soon.
Claire replied three days later: Wow. Okay. Be safe.
Martin replied the following week: Sorry I missed this. Been swamped. Where are you going?
Eleanor stared at that message for a long time, then typed:
Somewhere quiet.
Walter watched her hit send, his jaw tight.
“Should we call them?” he asked.