Ethan
“Hi Trev. Is everything alright?” I ask as soon as I answer his call.
“Yes, Ethan. I just wanted to invite you for lunch at our parents’ place today.”
“Why the sudden lunch invitation?” I question.
“Let’s talk over lunch,” he replies, being somewhat evasive.
“Why don’t we talk during soccer practice? I'll come with Sawyer.”
“Stella won't be coming to soccer practice today.”
“Why not?” I ask, a little concerned.
“She's busy with her mom.”
“Trevor, are you sure everything's okay?” I press.
“Yes, brother! See you at lunch,” he says, quickly ending the call.
I'm still looking at my phone, trying to decipher my brother's cryptic behavior, when Sawyer joins me, still wrapped in my blanket, oblivious to how irresistibly tempting she looks right now.
“Chloe asked me to have lunch
