Evan
After four weeks of being fake engaged, I’d begun to read Rachel’s moods better, even when she put up her walls, which she did often. In the car as we made the drive to her parents’ house, her fingers tapped out a regular rhythm on her knee. They seemed to never stay still.
“So there’s Carson, the tall one,” I said, trying to keep all the siblings straight. “Flynn, the tough guy, and Rose, the little sister. Esteban’s the oldest, Michaela’s got National Guard duty and won’t be there, and the last one is the youngest, named . . .”
“Holden.”
“Right, of course. He’s the one still in college, right?”
“Yeah. Community college for now until he’s ready to transfer.”
“So that’s it, I’ve got it.”
Rachel counted off on her fingers. “Plus Esteban’s wife and their kids, and Flynn’s wife wi
