One
“She’s not a wicked stepmother, exactly,” I said. My hiking boots squelched over a patch of soggy moss. The trees around us hadn’t started changing their leaves yet, but the whole forest smelled like the verge of autumn, damp and earthy. “It just feels like things are changing so fast since she moved in.”
“You’ve got a new mom and two new sisters when it used to be just you and your dad.” Damon dashed up a log that was leaning against another tree at an angle. “That’s a hell of a change, Rose. I can’t imagine having a whole new family plopped in with me and my mom just like that.”
He jumped off the end of the log, the hem of his over-large leather jacket flapping. The breeze rippled through his spiky dark brown hair. When he hit the ground, he glanced back at me with a grin and a gl
