Alana snapped me back to reality, straightening up and adjusting the strap of her camera bag. "Welp," she said, popping the 'p' as she straightened up. "Since your brother just made his grand exit to go have a 'talk'—which, knowing Caleb, involves a lot of brooding and very few words—I guess it’s just us. Or rather, just you, waiting for my brother to finish his victory shower."
She gave me a quick, supportive squeeze on the arm. "Tell Adam I won’t be home tonight. I’m heading straight to the office at the Los Angeles Chronicle to finish the piece on tonight's fights. If I don't file these photos and the write-up now, the editor will have my head."
She started toward the exit but called back over her shoulder, "Tell him I'll be back at the apartment before we all have to pile into Caleb’
