“Mom!”
Lily’s voice echoed through the house like a tiny tornado.
“Kitchen!” I called.
She ran in two seconds later.
Hair messy.
Shoes half untied.
Energy at maximum capacity.
“Guess what happened today?”
“That sentence worries me.”
“Olivia apologised.”
My eyebrows lifted.
“She did?”
“Yep.”
“That’s unexpected.”
“She said her mom told her she shouldn’t say stuff about motorcycles anymore.”
I tried not to smile.
“That was nice of her.”
Lily dropped into the chair dramatically.
“Also,” she continued, “I told everyone Uncle Cole scared a raccoon.”
“Lily.”
“What?”
“You can’t start rumours.”
“It’s not a rumour if it’s true.”
Fair point.
She grabbed an apple from the bowl and took a huge bite.
“Is he coming over tonight?”
“Who?”
She gave me the most unimpressed look an
