Raquel
“Oh, I know she would. But she also appreciates that I have a career and that career requires I keep up with my license requirements.” He raised an eyebrow. “I also wanted to make sure Raquel was okay, so I’m here.”
Mom huffed, then pulled me aside. “I want you in a hotel.”
“No, Mom, really,” I said. “We won’t be here for long.”
She tugged me further into the corner. “Where are you sleeping?”
“There’s a bunkroom here,” Tristan said, and I gave him a look of total besotted appreciation for my big brother. I could never lie to my parents, even by omission. He had no problem doing it, even though, this wasn’t technically a lie. There was a bunkroom here. He just didn’t mention I wasn’t sleeping in there.
“Does it have a lock on it?” Mom asked.
“Yes. Several,” I said. “Big ones.
