I beam at him, feeling relieved now. “I knew talking to you was a good idea.”

He flushes. “You’re just trying to butter me up.”

“I don’t have to do that. You’re family.”

I expect him to laugh or at least grin at that, but instead, Drew’s eyes hold a strange wistfulness when he looks at me. His voice is soft as he says, “You’re right. We are family. You’ve looked after me and Tim all these years without asking for anything in return. You’ve treated us as if we really ...