“Uncle Trent, you cannot threaten children,” Becca rolled her eyes disapprovingly. “Who said anything about violence?” Trent quirked an eyebrow and clucked his tongue at her, pretending like he hadn’t just alluded to that very thing. “Sick-o.” They were so damn ridiculous. I laughed again. Only this time I couldn’t stop. It was like the happiness was erupting. The relief I wasn’t alone. The fact that I could share this joy with them, just like I’d shared the weight on my shoulders.
