Rosette's point of view~~~
The drive was quiet.
Too quiet, save for Ethan’s occasional babble as he kicked his little feet against the backseat, his tiny voice a soft melody that barely filled the space.
Laurel sat in the front passenger seat, calm and watchful, occasionally turning back to make funny faces at Ethan, who squealed in delight.
I watched the world pass in a blur through the tinted glass, my fingers resting on Ethan’s blanket.
I was too exhausted to speak, and I think Cesare understood that.
He hadn't said a word since we left. His gaze was fixed on the road and his profile sharp in the early morning light.
My phone buzzed in my lap, jolting me from the spiral of silence I’d been sinking into.
“James,” I muttered and picked up the call. “Hello?”
“Miss Jenner,” cam
