“Atta girl. What about you, Sebastian?” “Baseball season starts up soon,” Sebastian says. He leans away from Uncle Blake when he reaches out to clap a hand on his shoulder. I just barely manage to not roll my eyes. You’d think I invited him to tag along to lunch with a random stranger off the street, not our relative. “I’m good.”
Why do I think Seb or Mia is the next story were going to hear about in Stealing home.
