Sixty-Eight: RowynThere was no possible way I should have been able to cry. There had to be a limit where a person's body would just say, “enough already,” and refuse to produce any more tears. That's not true, though. I Googled it. The flight home had been long, but at least I'd been able to calm down after I took something. It made me sleepy, and that was the best thing I could be in that moment.
Tristen was asleep in his car seat when my mom picked me up curbside from the airport. It was late. I felt bad about that, but I couldn't deny that I needed to be home. My mom didn't ask me what happened, though from the commiserating look on her face, it was probable she'd called my dad and had the whole story already. That night, we all went home and slept.
The next day, however, was a diffe
