Built for Three

Sometimes I need to be more skeptical of adults. But I wasn’t when Mom texted me to pick up my sister Jasmijn.

‘Sure,’ I texted back. It was no big deal to ride back along the beach. I might see Willem, hanging out on the strand.

Something my sister said earlier didn’t click until I rounded the corner. Noa, her best friend, was staying at our place. I stopped, and we all exchanged a look.

“Mom sent me.” I shrugged.

Noa snapped her gum.

Jasmijn’s brow furrowed. “On a bike?”

“It’ll be fine, I think.” I prayed Willem wasn’t around.


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