Beckett slips his phone back into his pocket, expression as stoic as always. “You mean Rosie? I picked the moniker the day she showed up on your doorstep.” I study my brother as we continue following the big kids. “Rosie?” “Yeah, the Riveter. You know, ‘We Can Do It.’” I scratch my head. “I don’t get it.” “Girl’s got tenacity. She settled you down with one look and made you smile again. Despite the shitty cards life has dealt her, she’s always smiling. Kid is a fighter.”
