Mirena sat in the driver’s seat of her car, the engine humming beneath her fingers. Beyond the window, Eleanor stood on the massive front porch of her house, the afternoon sunlight glinting off her hair.
She gave Mirena a small wave accompanied by a gentle smile. Mirena’s lips twitched as she returned the gesture, then shifted her car into gear and pulled out of the driveway.
The moment the tires met the road, her phone buzzed in the cup holder. She glanced once at it, then, without hesitation swiped it to speaker.
The next second, Ada’s voice filled the car.
“Rena, I got your message. You said you can’t make it today?”
That she'd said.
“Unfortunately,” Mirena replied smoothly. “Minho’s at Logan’s. You can pick him up there.”
“Logan’s?” Ada’s tone held a hint of surp
