Montana

“With that settled,” Peyton starts, “look at these photos I took last night.”

Her fingers scroll through photo after photo. Unimpressed, Meredith leaves the room. Eli pauses beside Carson.

“Here.” He places his palm flat upon Carson’s chest. “It’ll work. The two of you, I mean. Watch this, and you’ll believe like we do.” His index finger moves between Peyton and him.

When he pulls his palm from Carson’s chest, I see he’s ...