“Grandma said Lily needed to learn to be quiet when grown-ups are talking,” Noah whispered, his eyes wide as our fence came into view.

“You did the bravest thing you could ever do, Noah,” I told him, rubbing my knuckles against the hot rim of the steering wheel until the skin went pale.

“You saved your sister by coming to get me.”

“My knee hurted when I dumped my bike on the turn,” Noah said.

“I thought you were going to be mad at me for breaking the house rules.”

“Nobody’s mad at you,” I said, stomping on the brake as the tires skidded onto our dusty red brick driveway.