8
Ryder Bailey
(Twelve years old)
Denver and Cleo’s son
“I could’ve just stayed at Jack’s,” my brother whines as we enter the suit store. “He’s got, like, ten suits I could borrow.”
“You both need to get your own suits. Your mom put me in charge. Stop complaining.” Dad walks up to Mr. Carlson, who runs the only suit store in our small town. “I need these two fitted for a suit.”
“You’re going to pay money for something we’ll wear once?” Rohan slumps in a leather chair, putting his feet on the table and pulling out his phone.
Dad ignores him. That’s how it usually goes until Rohan wears that thread so thin, then it’s watch out and get as far away as you can before Dad blows. I swear it’s Rohan’s favorite game to play.
I’m the complete opposite of my twin brother. Mom says they figure
