I can't help but smile when I see T.J., even if all I can think of is how I'd found him not that long ago. Think and worry, I guess, about whether history will repeat itself again.

But I nudge him back lightly, nodding towards the display. There are books and CDs and small toys, something I wouldn't have anyone to buy for. Even back home, I know that Shane is old enough that he'd roll his eye at a wooden puzzle and demand a video game in its place. I always was the most sentimental person in our house.

"Just browsing, I guess," I say. I don't gesture towards the nearby liquor store, I don't want to call attention to it and if he figures it out on his own, it's probably better left unsaid. "Trying to figure out what to buy people. You included, actually."