He’s usually a little chattier than this, which gives me pause. Emma led me to believe that Josh liked the idea of spending some time with me, but he’s showing no sign of enthusiasm now. I’m starting to second-guess myself—which is the first time in my entire f*****g life that that has happened.
I glance over. He’s pulling at his seat belt and avoiding my gaze altogether.
“Is there something bothering you?” I ask quietly.
I get nothing more than a fleeting glance and an evasive shrug before he turns his eyes back out of the window. Surreptitiously, I pull up my phone and text Emma.
RUSLAN: He’s quiet.
Emma’s call comes in almost immediately. I decide to put her on speakerphone. The moment Josh hears her voice, he perks right up. “Aunt Em?”
“Hey, buddy,” she croons, her voice staticky
