Chapter 45Adam
Steve glanced away and stared at the floor. “Oh, umm, I’m the youngest of six. Four sisters, one brother.”
“Six? Wow!”
“Yeah, I think I told you how they always called me the baby. And they all still insist on calling me Stevie, even though I dropped that almost twenty years ago.”
“Well s**t, that’s rude.”
“They all still think I’m just a dumb, little kid. After our parents died, we started drifting even farther apart. None of them ever came back home for Christmas or Thanksgiving very often after Mom died. They’ve all gotten married, moved away, and had kids of their own. So I’m the only one who’s still stuck…here.”
His gaze flickered up toward the big crack in the ceiling that was surrounded by big, brown water stains where it had obviously leaked during a heavy rain
