CHAPTER 26 – Rachel

“I really don’t need the Triple-A babysitters.”

I was seated next to Anna on a leather couch. We were both in out ratty hang out clothes and messy buns, and if I closed my eyes, I could almost imagine we were back home again.

Anna snorted, “You don’t want them to rotate and balance your tires?”

I felt my lips twitching even though it was a terrible joke, “Not funny, Anna.”

“Come on,” she cajoled with her usual amount of adorableness. “At...