Kelly’s POV
My day off started with an alarm anyway, because my mother had the supernatural ability to assign errands across city lines as if she was managing a delivery company. The package sat on my kitchen counter , a medium-sized brown box with Mom’s handwriting stretched across the top.
Apparently Dylan had forgotten it the last time he visited her, which meant I got to play the responsible sibling who actually remembered things.
Honestly, I didn’t mind. Dylan’s place was only a few bus stops from mine, and I needed the air. My brain had been looping the past week too much:
Claire’s unblinking stare, the office’s rhythm still settling under my skin, the weight of expectations I wasn’t trying to let scare me. A walk would straighten out the mental static I felt.
I got dressed, p
