“Ready for a break?” My dad peeks his head into the back office of his restaurant where I’m reconciling his month end. Usually I’d work at my place, but of course this week my neighbors above had a flood in their apartment that leaked into mine. Now I’m a twenty-nine-year-old crashing at her little brother’s place. Good times.
“For?”
“I’m going to get Rhea and Jason from the bus stop. Remember when you’d come home from college?”
I fiddle with my pencil, hating to think about all those years they’d pick me up when I came home from college because he was usually there with me. The way our eyes would catch one last time before we headed in different directions.
“I’ll see them tonight.”
“Come on. Humor me. I never see you anymore.” My dad plasters on a huge smile. “Plus, a few of your aun
