MICHAEL
I sat on the back porch of my biological father’s small house. He and my mom were out, and Tyler was in our new shared room. Arriving had been weird, to say the least. My phone rang, and I jumped at seeing Quinn’s name on the caller ID.
“Hey!” I answered. I had hoped she would call sooner, but I would take anything I could get.
“Hi,” she said timidly. “Sorry for taking so long to call you.”
“It’s no problem,” I said happily. “How were the game and your race?”
Slowly, I got her to tell me about her weekend. I felt bad that she was so nervous before the game because I would have loved to kiss her nerves away. A possessive feeling settled in my gut when she told me about falling and getting stepped on during her race. You would think that a sport where all she had to do was run
