Endlessly Beautiful

“But, I’m right, aren’t I?” she asked.

“No,” I snapped. “We were on our way to Vegas when the fire broke out. What kind of people would we be if we did something like that?”

“Smart,” Shepley said, standing. He brushed off his pants, still trying to catch his breath. His cheeks were flushed from unsuccessfully grappling with his much larger cousin.

Travis stood up, too, sliding his arm around my waist. The four of us traded glances, unsure of what to say next, but in that moment, I knew Travis had to know the truth.