It was a twenty-minute drive from Central Avenue to the resort. Throughout the ride, I was stuck in the back seat with Lenna and Gavin, who sat between us.
Once we reached our destination, I spoke up for the first time since we entered the car, but I kept my voice low as I glanced down at Gavin’s sleeping face. “This is a lovely place. Thanks for inviting me today. In case I ever forget to thank you later.”
“No problem. I’m glad you agreed to hang out with strangers,” Lenna replied quietly as she brushed back her son’s hair.
“I’m still reeling from the fact that you haven’t tried mountain biking before,” Archie suddenly spoke up in a remark to our last conversation at the bakeshop.
I smiled at his comment but no longer defended my claim. Instead, my eyes were glued to the scenery outs
