As Forest drives, I watch him. I’m happy—happier than I’ve been in years. “I thought maybe after what I did, you hated me.” I turn and look out the window, unable to look at him. He probably does hate me for what I did. I was young, dumb, and blindly in love with my big brother. Nothing has changed because I am still young, dumb, and blindly in love with Forest. But, three years ago, hormones got the best of me, and I destroyed us. Forest threads his fingers through mine. “Never, River.” I glance over. “I’m not mad anymore…