The room was large, which was why Willa had let Colt have it. It had space for my drum kit, which lived here permanently so Colt and I could practice together. My brother had claimed the attic in our house, running his business from it. Our bedrooms on the second level, like Aria’s, were small and cramped. Definitely not big enough for two guys and the mess of thrift shop instruments they’d taught themselves how to play over the years.
