Mitchell's Power Play

Up in the Air

MITCHELL

"That sucked," I told Nash, like he hadn't just been a part of the epic shit storm that took place at the house as we walked away from it.

"Yeah," he agreed.

We were quiet for a few minutes and I took in the old neighborhood where I'd grown up. It looked the same except for some minor changes, like a new fence, or a new color. None of the other houses were in the same poor condition as my family's were, and that was embarrassing. But also out of my hands, at least at the moment.

"What the hell do I do now?"

Nash sighed. "I say we give them a couple of days to figure things out. Let them search for a will and go through his bank account. That's things they have to do."

He was right, and it was probably the best thing to do, but I hated the fact that I had to leave Maria in that house. What the hell was wrong with Marshall?

"I think she'll be alright," Nash said, once again knowing what I was thinking without me saying anything out loud.

"I hope so."

A car drove past us and two high school kids hung out of the window and shouted, "Hey Mr. Evans and Mr. Reed."

Nash grinned, and I raised my hand in a hello gesture. Everyone seemed to know we were in the town. And they were excited about it. Everyone except for my siblings. Well, Maria might be a little happy about it. At least it felt like there was a chance we could work things out.

"You know where she works, right?" Nash asked.

"I know where the daycare is," I agreed.

"Okay, so if you don't hear from them, you could stop in there."

"Yeah. I probably want to do that anyway, because I'm not sure she has my number, and I seriously doubt Marshall will give it to her."

"Good point."

We turned into the parking lot of the hotel and I spotted my rental car still parked in a spot. Either Bryce was already back from his shopping trip, or he hadn't left yet.

"Did you ever call the bank?" Nash asked.

"Yeah, they wouldn't give me any information other than confirming that the money I transferred went into the account every month."

Nash nodded. "I guess that makes sense. Your asshole dad probably didn't have you listed on the account."

I snorted. He'd written me out of the family. "I hope he at least had Marshall on there. It would make things easier."

"True."

We walked through the small lobby and were greeted by the concierge.

"So, what do we do now? For today, I mean." I asked Nash and reached my hand out to press the button for the elevator.

"Go check in with Bryce, I guess. If he didn't go yet, we could always go with him. Kennedy said her and Sammy took Ethan out for a stroll."

"Okay."

Bryce hadn't left yet, so the three of us drove to the store in the next town over and bought way more stuff than we needed, but we had fun. We signed some autographs and posed for some pictures as well.

"You know those photos will go up on social media, like right away," Bryce said as we were on the way to the car with all our purchases.

"Yeah." It had only been a matter of time, anyway. That was always the case when Nash was around.