Chapter Eight
Evan
Brock honks his horn and I walk down the outside steps of my apartment that’s above my parents’ garage. Yes, I’m the loser who lives rent-free at her parents’. But I do run their business for a measly wage.
“Seriously, he can’t even pull in the driveway?” my dad says, throwing a ball with Eli.
“I love his car. Will he take me on a ride?” Eli asks, dropping the ball and meeting me on the driveway.
“Never,” my dad answers for me.
Dad looks older than he should. I hope once his health is back to where it should be, he’ll go back to being full of life. He’s always been my idol. He’s the one who taught me the business—thankfully before he gripped his chest and fell down in the kitchen. I blink to push back that memory.
I always felt there was time. Time to tell him I d
