CHAPTER 37

"Lets play a game." I suggest, sitting up straighter. Beside me, Woody stops tapping his foot and nods, agreeing with me. "You're both too old for car games." Uncle Tobias says from the front drivers seat, keeping his eyes focused on the road. I ignore his comment because I know he's being grumpy, as usual. "Tell us about life before I was born." I suggest, keeping my voice confident. Uncle Tobias tenses in the front seat — "How is this a game?" "It's like story-time." I shrug, wanting...