MIA'S POV
Aunt Sharon was cheerful as usual when we woke up the next morning. She was already fixing breakfast and she was humming a tune to Justin Bieber's song, intentions. She was happy, like a mom who was happy to be fixing a meal for her children.
Mag and I shared a room, Cas spent the night with aunt Sharon and Joe slept out in the living room in a comfy sleeping bag that aunt Sharon had provided him. Mag was still asleep when I left her and joined Aunt Sharon in the kitchen. Joe was still asleep and Cas was standing somewhere, groggy.
She was rubbing her eyes and yawning for the umpteenth time when I reached her before moving to the happy aunt Sharon. I did not want to go home. Aunt Sharon's place was suddenly the ideal home and the scent of food that wafted in the cool morning
