Bad Uncle

JACE Picking up Paisley to head to our family's annual week-long camping trip was nothing new. I’ve done it a million times, but this time was different. I should have known the buried emotions between us would come crawling to the surface the moment she walked up to my truck. Our hug was longer than usual, our stare lingered for more than a few seconds, and my heart was beating just a little bit too fast. We had a nine-hour drive. Nine hours alone. Nine hours for me to try and keep it...