35
Tristan
“Oh, great… Uncle Dirk the jerk is here.” I said the words somewhat under my breath, but they were loud enough for most of our gathered family to hear. I knew it irked him to no end when I called him “uncle,” since he was practically our age.
Sara smacked the back of her hand up at my chest and shot her eyes in my direction in a stern look that clearly said to shut up.
Although I was vaguely aware that the alcohol still coursing through my veins was making my lips a little too loose, I felt powerless to stop it.
“What? He is.” I defended my rude comment before going on. “The whole fam-damily is here now.”
My eyes made their way slowly around the room. Dirk’s entrance with Violet by his side completed the gathering of my grandfather’s mourning heirs. I swayed a little as I
