Evan
I picked my phone up to see missed texts from Jay, but right now, I don't want to look at them. I need a little time to myself.
My brothers and I slowly came down the stairs from the loft of the pool house. I spotted my dad standing by the door.
“Morning, boys. How are the heads today?” my dad asked.
“I feel like a truck ran over my head,” Austin replied.
“I need some aspirin,” Adam added.
“Same,” I told him.
“Well, you guys were hitting the vinegar bottle hard last night,” my dad chuckled.
“Only in our house does that make any sense,” Austin said.
“So, your mom thinks you boys were doing some brotherly bonding with a campout. That’s what I told her,” my dad said.
“Thanks, Dad,” Austin replied.
“Okay, Double A’s, get up to the house. I need a minute with Evan,” Dad instruct
