CHAPTER 14
The wind tosses leaves and pieces of paper across the street and onto the windshield. Trace swerves to miss a rolling cardboard box while Lisa holds onto the door grab handle.
“Where did this come from? It was a sunny day, last I checked.” Her brows furrow as she stares at the dark clouds. “Was the forecast for rain?”
“Yeah, a squall line’s coming through but, hopefully, it won’t hit until we’re back at the hotel.” Trace makes a sharp turn. “Did you bring an umbrella?”
“Nope. Mine’s at my apartment upstate. I didn’t pack one for the trip. I thought I’d be gone just for the weekend.”
“I didn’t bring one either,” Trace says. “Even if we get wet, it won’t matter to Mom.”
Lisa studies her brother. “Will you ask her about your birth certificate?”
“I’m not sure. It depends upon
