The day after her grandmother died, Ivy Jane sat alone in the back yard breathing in the unexpected lilacs. The scent was jarring. Lilacs weren’t supposed to bloom in August, when it was too hot to move and the sky was just a blank space overhead.
“Dude, you trying to get a suntan or something?”
Ivy rolled her eyes at the Q-tip shaped shadow of her favorite cousin.
“Ha ha. Yeah. Cause I need one so bad. And since when did you start calling people ‘dude’?”
“Since I hardly ever see you, I guess there’s a lot you don’t know about me anymore.”
“What do you mean, ‘hardly ever see you.’ Wasn’t I with you yesterday?”
“You know what I mean.”
Hunter was right, thought Ivy sadly. He – and all the rest of her cousins – had changed a lot since she’d last visited, including the fact that he was now much taller than she was