"Right, well, that should be everything now, I think," my dad announced, dusting his hands off. "I'll get the house all locked up, you three should hop in the van and get ready to head out. The beach awaits!"
Evan slowly walked past me, giving me an apologetic look as he ducked his head to climb into the back seat. "Sorry about this, sis."
I waited a moment for him to get settled before taking a deep breath and following him in. "Why are you apologizing? This isn't your fault," I said as I took in the situation.
My brother was sitting in the middle seat, flanked on either side by each of our suitcases and a bunch of other smaller boxes and bags that had been packed into the space. The result was a narrow slot that didn't even leave enough room for him to spread his elbows out very far.
