"Finn?"
"Hey, Carrigan. You look beautiful, little sister," I say, swallowing hard.
Tears fall down her cheeks as she leans closer to the camera. "You look so good, Finn."
"Thanks," I say, trying hard not to break down talking to my sister. "How's my nephew doing? What have you been up to?"
She wipes the moisture from her cheeks and chuckles. "He is fully in the terrible twos, man. Runs me and Callahan f*****g ragged most days."
"Oh, so just like his father at that age, then?" We both laugh more. "Carrigan, I'm so so—"
"Don't do it, Finn," she says sternly. "Don't apologize to me."
Sighing, I c***k my neck. "I need to, Care."
"No, you don't," she says, a fierceness in her voice I don't think I've ever heard. "I know you. What happened for that month after you came
