“Oh, Aiden,” Caroline says, rushing over to me. She reaches up and pinches my cheeks. “Are your feelings hurt because we didn’t tell you how handsome you look?” she coos in a high-pitched voice, like she’s talking to one of her four-year-old daughters. “You’re so handsome. Such a big, strong boy—” I swat her hands away, and she cackles as Juniper laughs along. Once a big sister, always a big sister.
