After we picked up Evie, her excitement filled the car with energy. She chattered on about her new friend Sarah, how they’d shared crayons during art class, and how her teacher had praised her for being polite. Her small voice carried a contagious joy that made both Luna and me smile.
When we reached my sister’s house, Evie barely paused to say goodbye before running inside to join her cousins. My sister greeted us with a knowing look. “Don’t worry about her, Cain. She’s in good hands. Go enjoy your evening.”
I nodded, grateful. “Thanks. We’ll be back before it gets too late.”
Luna lingered for a moment, watching Evie through the doorway. “She’s adjusting so well,” she said softly, almost to herself.
“She’s tougher than she looks,” I replied, resting a hand lightly on her shoulder. “Ju
