“Where do you live?” she asked, turning away from the window. “I feel like you know everything about my personal life and I know nothing about yours.” “East Greenwich. And fair warning—remember when I said it’s the furthest thing from alone?” She nodded. “That’s because I still live with my family. There are five of us. Me, my parents, my grandma, and my little sister. We’re tight. I travel so much that it just makes sense. My sister and I are barely there. It’s basically a crash pad.”
