8 MARENThe morning sun shines through the windshield of Wolfie’s car, casting warmth across my freckled shoulders. Wind whips through the open windows as my brother speeds down the highway, the radio forecast promising beautiful weather for the weekend ahead.
Trailing behind us is Caleb in his Jeep, with Scarlett in the front seat, and Connor and his little sister Penelope squashed together in the back. If I sit up straight, I can see Scarlett in the rearview mirror, jamming to whatever playlist she’s forcing the rest of the car to endure.
For a moment, I regret opting to ride with my brother. I love him, but Wolfie isn’t the easiest guy to talk to, especially if you’re sitting in a car with him for almost three hours. Lucky for me, I wasn’t the only one who opted for a quieter road trip
