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 least you have control of...