Chapter 3
I’d certainly been accused of being overly dramatic before. Obviously someone who would move across country and stay away from his family for a decade was not calm and laid-back. And I came from a family that thrived on drama. Witness my sister, Raine, who just had to name her daughters Autumn and Summer.
The girls saw Zach and me hovering on the edge of the living room before anyone else did. I had a moment where I couldn’t recall which was which, but then my brain started working again and I remembered Autumn was six and Summer four. Neither of them had ever met me, of course, and I wasn’t sure if Raine had even showed my picture to them.
Raine’s daughters both had long, strawberry-blonde hair, which made some sort of weird sense because Joe’d had traces of red in his hair.
