CHAPTER EIGHT
As they pulled into the park, a collection of campers and RVs laid out in irregular lines, Harley tried not to think about Greg’s message. It was easier said than done. She assured herself that if something was wrong with Dad, Greg would tell her straight up.
But if it’s not about Dad, she wondered, what else could be wrong?
Wrong. It was a sad commentary on her family that a spontaneous request from her brother for a sit-down immediately caused her to assume there was a problem. Maybe she was being paranoid. Then again, Callaway was right: People didn’t use the words “we need to talk” unless there was an issue that needed addressing.
Which was to say, something had gone wrong.
Callaway, who could have no idea what was going through her mind, gestured at the dry, arid la
