After Alice's brothers chased me off their property and threatened me with a PFA, I wandered the park until dark. And then I couldn't figure out what to do next, so I sat down next to the fountain to watch fireflies. I have no idea what time it is. My phone is in my car, double parked where I screeched to a halt outside the Peterson house.
I hear someone approaching, but don't look up. The massive forms of my brothers come into my line of vision, and I grunt by way of greeting when they sink down into the grass next to me. “Been looking for you, bro," Thatcher says. “Gran is beside herself. You were supposed to take her to dinner today."
Shit. What day is it? “Is today Tuesday?" I look from one brother to the other. “How did you find me?"
Ty slaps a hand on my leg. “Listen, Timber.
