She would have laughed if Heather had ever said that out loud - that Ty could suck the life out of you - because it was kind of true. It was, she figured, a large part of why they hadn't gotten along as teenagers; Ty had had a way of making rejection feel like hatred, and Sarah probably still had a way of lapping that up, hoarding it, and making more of it then there was. It was who they were.

As for Ollie, she wouldn't be surprised if most of his flying years were behind him now. He'd fight it, that was for sure, but she just didn't think he was going to be able to shelve his worries about home for the long term, enough to be away for months at a time. Sarah was pretty sure that's why the only way Dad could still get a rise out of Ollie was playing that card.

"You don't need to tell me," she said, though. "I know. Why do you think I make jewelry?" She'd always been interested in metalworking, and she'd definitely started with jewelry in high school - but she could have gone the fine art route. Dad had kind of wished she had, since she was the only one of the kids who really got that bug from him. "I just wish you had a job that didn't, you know, bore you so much. With maybe a few less people who are trying to match the latest Rothko wannabe to their rug."