Trent stopped at the end of our driveway, rocking from toe to toe nonstop as he looked up at the porch.

“Hey, Emily,” Trent called, keeping his voice calm and deliberate.

Emily pulled her ponytail over her right shoulder and answered fast, before he could come any closer.

“Hi Trent my dad’s inside working if you need to talk to him,” she said, her words all running together in one quick sentence.

Trent smiled, his hands resting loosely in the pockets of his khaki shorts.

“I’ve been doing double sessions at Apex Combat,” Trent said, rocking from toe to toe as he talked.