Thirty-Three: RowynThe chicken casserole was not sitting well. I'd texted my mom to let her know the latest development, and she wanted to come. I knew she had Tristen though, so I decided to suck it up and be whoever it was the Stones needed me to be. Who Rosie needed me to be. I looked over at Reed, and I knew he'd do the same. His black hair hung in his tired eyes, but he still attempted to convey warmth through them when he glanced over at me. Neither one of us had tried to even touch the door handles of the car.
“Well. Here we are.” The words that came out of my mouth belonged to someone else. I didn't have any more of my own.
“Yep. You okay?”
“Sure thing.” More false statements.
“You know I know when you're lying, right? I can feel it on my skin.”
“And you know I can see everyth
