Thirty-Three
Ridge
We’d ended up being on the road later than expected and grabbed a hotel room, rather than driving all the way down in one trip. Since we had time, we’d slept in a bit and grabbed breakfast, before getting in the car and finishing the journey.
Walking into my sister Tasha’s house was a completely different feeling than walking into my childhood home.
Rather than tension, there was joy.
We’d only met our sisters a few times, but we’d all felt an instant connection. A bond. The three of them were very different, just like my brothers and me, but at their core, they were kind, compassionate, and extremely family-oriented.
I was proud to introduce Karrie to them, and them to Karrie.
“Thanks for setting this up, bro,” I told Brody as we entered the living room.
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