Chapter Nine
Chance
In my truck, we drove to my parents’ house for dinner. Sure, it was only four-thirty, but Mom always had dinner on the table at five, so it was going to be a very early dinner for us.
“I hope you like meatloaf. It’s my mom’s go-to whenever she has company over. She’s got this recipe she found in a Better Homes and Gardens magazine from like twenty years ago that she thinks is the bomb. It’s okay. It’s just freaking meatloaf, but she’s proud of it.”
“I’ll be sure to let her know I think it’s delicious.” Ruby fidgeted with her seatbelt then sighed a few times.
“You’re nervous, but there’s no reason to be. You know my parents.”
“Yes, I do know them. And I’m about to sit at their dinner table and lie straight to their faces. So, yes, I am nervous. Who wouldn’t be?” Sh
