Sixteen
Wyatt
Brooklyn’s asleep and Lance is in my arms. The nine months of Brooklyn’s crankiness was worth it as I admire the faces he makes and the wrinkled skin around his wrists and fingers.
My parents are ready to travel to Lake Starlight on their private plane as soon as this storm passes. I could tell by my mom’s voice on the phone that she’s upset she missed the birth.
When we first found out we were having a boy, I wasn’t all that excited about the idea. Throughout my upbringing, I witnessed that girls all had the opportunity to do as they wished, whereas boys had to worry about the family legacy.
My dad is better with me now, but he still wishes I’d wanted to follow in his footsteps and take over the Whitmore Hotels. Now he’ll probably die in his office because he won’t trus
