*Through Oliver's Eyes*
My foot tapped impatiently on the footwell floor of the truck. We passed the ‘Welcome to Florida’ sign an hour ago and I don’t think I’d been still since.
Mom would be so disappointed with you right now, Odin smirked at me.
Shut up you.
He was right though. My anxiety was practically tangible. I’d have to rein it in before we got to Salt Creek. Just another time I had Mom to thank for a necessary life skill. A twitching, nervous mess did not make a good first impression.
I wonder what life skills my biological mother would have taught me.
“You good, dude?” Harvey asked me. He managed to give me some side eye while keeping his gaze on the road, eyeing my bouncing knee.
“Yeah, just… anxious. I feel like I may have hyped this al
