Twenty-Four
Brody
“What do you mean you want to move out?” Wes asked, his face conveying his utter surprise at my announcement.
“Is it because of me?” Trixie asked. “Am I here too much, cramping your style?”
“No,” I said, moving to assure Trixie before answering my brother. The last thing I wanted was for her to think I was upset over her being there with Wes all the time. “I love hanging with you, half-pint, you know that. I just think it’s time for me to have my own space, where I’ll feel more comfortable having my own sleepovers.”
“You can have people stay here,” Wes argued.
“I know, but I think it’s time for a little independence,” I told him. “Yeah, I left home, but I went straight from our house in Chicago to this apartment with you. I’ve never lived on my own.”
“And you want
