There are very few times where Ashley doesn’t notice Andrew’s absence.

And this is one of those times.

Andrew sits next to you in the back of your pickup truck, his eyes fluttered shut as he leans back and lets the moonlight stream onto his face. He’s so tired. Of his life, his parents, and of Ashley. He’s sick and tired.

“Do you think she’s awake now?” He asks, opening one eye to glance at you. No matter what, he’s always paranoid of his sister.