Chapter 10
The air was crisp and cold, but the fresh smell of cider and birch was invigorating. With the river water rolling by, and the coating of ice at the shoreline, Reid felt alive, despite the fact that he was the only one who hadn’t caught a single fish yet. He had been assured that would change soon, but as Memphis pulled in his sixth carp, Reid wondered if he should snag a picture with it to send to Michael. Would it be worse to find out your dad was a liar, a horrible fisherman, or both?
“How’s Mel?” Josh asked, tossing his line back in after he took his third catch of the day off and tossed it back in. They’d already caught more than enough to feed the four of them dinner, so there was no use in keeping the rest of them.
“She’s good. I talked to her last night.” The conversat
