My apology comes in the form of a stiff smile. “Swarley likes to sprawl out, taking up more than half of the backseat. It would be a miserable trip for the three of us with him and all of my luggage.”

“Avery, I’m not letting you go by yourself.”

“Let’s not worry about this right now. I’ll get something figured out.”

Hitchhiking.

Leaving Swarley behind and flying home first class.

Slitting my wrists.

Anything that doesn’t involve road-tripping with them.

“Deedy, do you need help with dinner?”

“Thanks, but it’s all in the Instant Pot. Just twenty more minutes.”

“Okay.” I smile. “Then let’s uh…” I jab my good thumb over my shoulder “…get your things unloaded from the van, Dad.”

“Your hand.” Deedy removes herself from my father’s lap. “You go inside and rest, Avery. I’ll call over a few neighbor friends to help out. We’ll have this unloaded in no time.”

“I have one good hand. I can carry some light stuff.”

“Sit.” She points to the empty chair that my dad vacated because it’s a new law that he and Deedy have to stay within fondling distance of each other at all times.

“Fine.” I roll my eyes and take a seat in the chair, having had no real intentions of helping unload the truck. I’m trying to not pop anymore pain pills for my hand, but it aches at the moment.

Ten minutes later, half the neighborhood arrives to unload my dad’s stuff. As the worker bees pass in and out of the house, I hug my injured hand to my chest so they know I’m wounded and not simply lazy.

“Hey, handsome dog, fancy seeing you again.”

My head snaps up from my phone screen at the sound of Bethanne’s voice—one of the nice ones from Sage Leaf Cafe. She shoots me a grin while carrying a box up the steps. “Hello again.”

“Hi, wow. Small world. You live in the neighborhood?”

She jerks her head to the side. “Two houses over. I love this neighborhood, especially Deedy. She’s the bomb.”

Before I can add my opinion on Deedy being the bomb, Bethanne continues into the house with the box. When she returns, she wipes her brow and leans against the porch railing. “I’m Bethanne, by the way.”

I nod. “Yes, I heard Jake say your name. I’m Avery.”

She nods. “How do you know Deedy?”

She’s my father’s belated midlife crisis.

“My dad met her online.”

“Oh my god! You’re one of Tom’s daughters?”

With a tightlipped smile, I nod.

“Deedy has been talking about him nonstop. She’s so in love. I talked her off the ledge of a nervous breakdown the night before she asked him to marry her.”

“Wait. She asked him?”