Twenty-One
Tanner
The drive back to Belize City is quiet. Everyone is sleeping except for Careena who took the front seat again. When I told her to hit the back, Kylie insisted she was fine and climbed in beside Alice and Rochelle before I could stop her. I let the matter drop, but I’m still annoyed with my sister.
“You good, Tanner?” Careena asks. Her hair expanded in the last few hours and curls flop all over her face. The lamplight casts silver and orange glows over her brown skin and eyes. “Still upset with me?”
“Get off Kylie’s case,” I say through gritted teeth. “You’ve done enough.”
“Yeesh. All I did was take the front seat. She said she was fine with it.” Careena studies me. “You really care about this girl, don’t you?”
“Yes.” The answer rolls off my tongue. I don’t care who
