steel, half-a-million-dollar kitchen. At home, I felt like the kitchen was just there to look pretty and if I made a mess, I was in big trouble. This room looked lived in and, for some strange reason, I liked it. When I walked in, Katherine was standing at the stove, stirring a pot of something boiling and shouting orders at Isaac, who was helping her. Two dogs were running around the room chasing each other, making it hard for everyone who was trying to set the table for dinner. George almost dropped the salad bowl when he tripped over a dog running between his legs. Zack and Benny, the youngest set of twins, were sitting on the floor three feet apart playing some type of handheld video game with a cord connecting each boy’s device. I nearly choked when Zack yanked Benny’s away from him and yelled, “You lose, shithead!” A deafening cheer erupted from the den that was connected to the kitchen, and I turned to see the rest of the guys watching a basketball game on TV. My eyes instantly found Cole, who jumped up out of his seat, pounding his fist into the air. Since I’d seen him last, he’d pulled on a fitted black shirt that emphasized his broad shoulders and contrasted with his fair hair, making it look platinum. “Stop staring,” said Lee as he rode his skateboard into the kitchen from behind me. I remembered Lee because we were both sophomores in high school, and when Will introduced him, he had given me the most chilling look. I turned away from the den, embarrassed that he had caught me watching his cousin. “Lee! How many times do I have to tell you not to ride your board in the house?” scolded Katherine as he crashed into one of the kitchen chairs, knocking it over. It fell on Benny’s head, and he immediately started screaming bloody murder. “Only a thousand times more, Aunt Kathy,” he said before kneeling next to his little cousin to see if he was okay. I rubbed my temples, trying to make my headache go away. This place was maddening. And then, in the midst of it all was one boy. I couldn’t remember his name, but he was sitting at one of the kitchen chairs, guitar in his lap, music sheets spread out on the table in front of him. Thinking back to my list,