She’d thought Justin and Trevor had a large home, but this one was enormous. Ranch-style red brick with a porch wrapping all the way across the front and disappearing around both sides.White pillars and railing were spaced at intervals in the front. The porch alone could hold an entire party. “Justin, this place is huge. How many people live here?”“Not as many as there used to be. My parents raised six kids here. Ryan, Charles and Michael still live at home.”As soon as he put the truck in park, people started coming out the front door to greet them. A few little ones ran over to the truck yelling “Uncle Justin” and “Uncle Trevor”.They couldn’t even get out of the car before relatives bombarded them on both sides.“Relax,” Trevor silently communicated, “you’ll be just fine. ” He reached over to grip her thigh in a comforting squeeze, alerting her to the fact she sat rigid in the seat, jaw hanging open.Justin climbed from the cab first and reached to lift Kara to the ground.
