CHAPTER ELEVEN
ROWAN
Emily pointed to a bunch of eucalyptus trees on the outskirts of my property. "Are those dead?"
I squinted. To be honest, most of the greenery around here—besides the orange trees—looked pretty dead. But this was southern California. We lived in a f*****g desert. After last week's rainstorm, though, the trees looked as though they had a little bit of life left in them.
"Because if they're dead," Emily was saying, "do you think they could be cut down?"
Alejo shot me a look that said, Sorry, bro.
"I don't think we'll want to deal with cutting down trees," Anna replied, her smile steady on her face. "Besides, you'll want as much shade as you can get. Even in the late afternoon."
Emily and Alejo went to look at the trees in question, leaving me with Anna. It was a s
