Chapter 5
Caleb took out the towel he had stuffed in his old tennis shorts and wiped his brow. The temperatures were already hitting the mid-nineties and it wasn’t even July yet.
“Want some water?” asked Sebastian.
“Yeah, that would be awesome. I’ll get these last three boxes inside. Why don’t you just go in and rest away from this godawful heat.”
“Sure you don’t need help?”
“I can take care of it. Go on in.” Caleb watched Sebastian go inside. As he turned to pick up the large box on the flatbed of his truck, he felt his phone vibrate.
He saw Joan’s text. Where are you?
Caleb texted back. At Sebastian’s.
Can I swing by and talk?
Caleb stared at the text and questioned why his sister would want to come by Sebastian’s place to talk, but he didn’t have a reason to say no. Sure. He te
