As a kid, you’d moved into a new town with no friends in the midst of summer. You still remembered the heat and loneliness, until you’d met the kids next door, Levi and Erwin.

Years later, the three of you were inseparable. Erwin was the eldest, and he often was the responsible one. Levi was next, more of a troublemaker, but he had street smarts. That left you, the youngest, which Levi often reminded you of, even now.

“Hurry up, pipsqueak.”