“What? Her ankle…” He stopped, remembering Grace’s fingers on his scar and Nick’s bloodstained vest. “Well that’s good. I’m glad she didn’t injure it too badly.”
His mom snorted. “She overreacts to everything with that temperament of hers. Always a drama queen, even when she was little.”
A memory surfaced—a similar conversation from when he was seven or eight. His mom had accused Thea of being a drama queen then too, for throwing a fit and yelling at her father during the grave-side service for her grandmother. It had resulted in an exchange of blows, Jake recalled, between her father and her grandfather—which had been the last time her father had set foot on the mountain. Jake’s dad had defended her, saying how much Thea had loved her Gram and how the Woodruff kids weren’t real close wi
