Seventy-Six: RowynThrough the bustle in the kitchen, I saw Reed standing at my front door, unmoving. Weird? In making my way to him, I saw Hunter's profile in the porch light. Oh no, oh no, oh no. This was neither festive nor cheerful. To my surprise, when I arrived, there was no yelling. Maybe a thick tension, but no testosterone battle.
“Hey…” I hadn't really planned beyond that.
“Hey, Row. I was just telling Reed, ah, my mom wanted me to drop something off for you guys. They, I mean, my parents, aren't really up to coming out, but these are for you.” He held out two identically wrapped packages of craft paper and string. He didn't quite seem himself, and it took me a moment to realize his eyes were clear, and he was also kind of nervous.
“You should come in. We have so much food,” I
