Chapter 112

“Being loving.” 

“Stop it.” 

“No.” 

Clam 

Dad’s grip tightens around mine. Mayhem sighs dramatically, but he doesn’t pull away, and for a few seconds, the three of us sit linked together across Dad’s battered desk. Exactly as we’ve been since Mom 

died. 

And now it’s all different, because somewhere outside the city, in a commune with possible alpacas and questionable plumbing, our sister is waiting to find out whether there’s room for her in our family.