Mr. Vincent had a favorite child. It was clear to everyone.
 Her name was Rory.
 He went out of his way to set the dinner table that night with matching plates and silverware. We were eating a feast as if thanksgiving wasn't the next day.
 He was hanging off of every word she said as she told us about Houston.
 "Dad, my Econ professor said his son works for you. Rafi Mueler?"
 Mr. Vincent racked his brain before shaking his head. "Doesn't ring a bell. I'll have to ask around."
 Aiden rolled his eyes. "Why don't you pull out the embarrassing stories a

"What about Penelope, if it's good enough for Kourtney Kard-"
 "I'm not naming my kid after a Kardashian, Macy" I mumbled dropping the pretzel back in the bag of Munchies and searching for anything else.
 Macy crossed her arms in disappointment. "But Reign-"
 "Nope" I mumbled finally finding a Dorito. "I want something unique, but not too unique. "
 "Alfalfa." Macy deadpanned causing me to laugh which was weird since I was in a shit mood.
 "You're getting warmer" I replied sarcastically. "How about Blair? Or Noah? I like unisex names."
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I took Kody's advice and I slept. The bed in the Vincent's guest room was comfortable and the temperature was just brisk enough for the thick covers to toss me into a comfortable dreamless slumber.
 When I woke up, Rory was lying next to me, texting on her phone and mumbling to herself.
 I blinked my vision clear. "You ever hear of privacy?" I asked sitting up in the bed.
 She turned to me a wide smile on her face. "Of course not. I've been trying to wake you up using the powers of my mind for a while. It's almost four."
 I shrugged at the knowledge that I'd almost slept twelve hours.
 "I had a lon

Mr. Vincent had a favorite child. It was clear to everyone.
 Her name was Rory.
 He went out of his way to set the dinner table that night with matching plates and silverware. We were eating a feast as if thanksgiving wasn't the next day.
 He was hanging off of every word she said as she told us about Houston.
 "Dad, my Econ professor said his son works for you. Rafi Mueler?"
 Mr. Vincent racked his brain before shaking his head. "Doesn't ring a bell. I'll have to ask around."
 Aiden rolled his eyes. "Why don't you pull out the embarrassing stories about Rory?" He asked turning to his father. "Since you're such a comedian."
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Chapter Thirty Nine