"Dad, you promised I could have the Bronco if I moved to this shitty town and enrolled in their shitty school. You can't back out now," Ava protested at the Martins' family breakfast.
No one at the table looked particularly surprised by her outburst—except for Layla, who suddenly regretted showing up. She debated whether she should just skip breakfast and avoid the family drama altogether.
"Hey, I work there," Ms. Matthews cut in, frowning. "And for the record, our high school football team is the best in the county. We were this close to winning the championship last year."
"Awe, babe, you're so sexy when you talk about football," Cam said, eyeing his fiance with intense passion.
"Ewe, get a room," Ava shot her cousins a withering glare, effectively shutting them up. Then, turning back to her father, she watched him casually munch on a sandwich made from last night's leftover chicken and snapped, "Dad! Are you even listening to me?"
