years ended up sleeping with my younger sister.”
He rubbed his forehead.
“A little over six months.”
“Six months?”
“I didn’t plan it.”
“People always say that after making dozens of decisions that somehow lead to the same hotel room.”
His face tightened.
“It wasn’t like that.”
“Then what was it like?”
He glanced toward the hallway.
The house was loud.
Two of the older boys were arguing over the bathroom.
Ben had woken up upstairs and was crying.
Sam and Leo were fighting over the television remote.
Our dog,
