Twelve: ReedI hadn't even made it a half-mile down the road from Rowyn's house when I got a text from Amy.
Amy: Hey, do you wanna meet up at the park? We could go for a walk or something.
It was cute that she still pretended we did anything other than hook up. I was nowhere near prepared to have that conversation. Trying to break up with a girl I wasn't even dating was just a new level of awkward. I shut off my phone; I could pretend later that it was dead. Solid adult decision there. Whatever. I had to make it through an afternoon of cleaning out the garage before I could “go for a walk” anyway.
I pulled into the driveway to find my dad and older brother, Cole, already standing around, looking dismayed. The garage was… well, twenty plus years worth of crap no one ever wanted to get rid
