Lucas

I tugged at my collar as the pickup truck rolled along the highway.

“Stop messing with your collar.”

Mila leaned forward from the back seat, smoothing out a wrinkle on her black dress with her palm. Her accusatory stare made me laugh, though it sounded subdued, even to my ears.

“It’s scratchy. And this tie feels like a noose slowly getting tighter and tighter.”

Oliver chuckled from the passenger seat.

“Luke never has ...