End of December…
“Hold on, but she’s too young to be getting married,” I say, looking down at the family group chat on my phone, Evie by my side.
We’re hanging out at the bookstore, Evie eating her dinner, and me lighting up her day with my beaming personality.
I still have an hour before I head back to work, the nights getting hotter and sweatier as the final days of the year draw to an end.
Evie munches around a giant vat of salad that smells fruity, even from all the way over here.
“You make it sound like my sister’s sixteen or something, and her life’s going to be ruined by getting married that young.”
I shrug my shoulders, then pull back the wisps of hair I’ve carefully laid out of my bun back and behind my ears. “Yeah, but you know what I mean. Vick’s the most anti-social pers
