Max Monroe

“His name is Remington Winslow,” Winnie answers for me, still perched on my shoulders. “He’s all growed up. Sixteen years old. He plays football and can drive, but he doesn’t drive that much because we live in the city. Though, I really think he should’ve driven today. My feet hurt.”

Morrison song fill my ears. “Into the Mystic.”

An heir has been born!”

And Izzy is my ride-or-die, stretching her little neck like she’s watched this movie before.