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Ethan’s check-in phone call on the drive back told me to expect everyone’s presence when I reached home, yet, for some reason, I still felt unprepared to face them—even more so when Brook’s hand on my arm stalled my climb from the pickup where we sat in the driveway.
“Go on without me,” I said to Josh and Ethan, as they went to open their doors. “I’ll be right behind you.”
Ethan peered back at me, eyes narrowed for a moment. “Okay, but I wouldn’t be long if I were you. And, just so you know, I’m taking these with me.” The truck keys dangled from his finger.
Waiting until they’d both climbed out and closed their doors, I twisted in my seat, my brows drawn in question as I studied the worry lining Brook’s face. “What’s up?”
“I thought ...” She drew in a deep breath, her chest sinking
