She smiles, "he's already agreed. You'll be in his car; Henry and I will be in a different vehicle. It should give you more bonding time."
Bonding time? My mother didn't know what she was speaking about or encouraging, for that matter. The bonding between Adam and me isn't the kind of bonding you see between siblings.
I packed my bags, just in case I wanted to go for a swim.
A few minutes later and we are on our way to the lake.
As usual, Adam and I are barely speaking to each other. He hasn't said a single word to me.
I play with my fingers in my lap, "who was that girl from earlier?" I break the silence with a question bugging me since earlier.
I don't want to care, but I do. He doesn't have to know why I'm asking; he could think I'm curious.
He quirks a brow, "why do you as
