In the car back to West Waters, Kay at the steering wheel, my sister—out cold—in the back, I sulk in silence, but rage on the inside. My quiet anger is, for once, not aimed at my parents, but at my sister who, just this morning, didn’t have a good word to say about Mom and Dad. But I have no more fight left in me for the day. I just want to drop Nina off at the cabin and curl up into bed next to Kay.
“Sorry for ruining your commemorative drinks.” Sideways, I glance at Kay. She keeps her eyes on the road, her face in the same stern expression.
“Hey, I’m up for a fun family outing with The Goodmans anytime.” From the way she says it, I can’t be sure if she’s being sarcastic or if she actually means what she’s saying. “Never a dull moment, I tell you that.” She casts me a quick glance, and
