Evangeline
My hard lemonade is empty, and that’s about all the progress I’ve made on anything in the past couple of hours. It turns out, it’s difficult to focus on a job search when nice music is playing and the pool water is perfectly cool against my heated skin.
I need another sunscreen application. I wrap a towel around myself so I don’t drip on Dad’s floors and head inside. One quick sunscreen application later, and I step out of the bathroom.
A man is standing in the hallway. I shriek and dart back into the bathroom where I slam the door shut and lock it, my heart thudding in alarm.
“Evangeline, it’s Leonard,” the guy says.
Leonard. My step-uncle.
“I thought you weren’t coming until tonight,” I say from behind the door.
“Sorry. I didn’t have your number to warn you that I finis
