JASON
Lori was curled up on the couch with her knees tucked under her chin, eyes glazed over at whatever ridiculous soap opera Evie had forced on everyone. Reed had claimed the armchair like a king, half-asleep with a bowl of crisps in his lap, looking like he might actually start drooling. Evie was in full commentary mode and Sienna just stared, completely zoned out.
I slid off the arm of the sofa and wandered toward the kitchen, moving slow so I didn’t draw eyes. No one even noticed. They were too wrapped up in fake plot twists. Which was exactly what I needed.
Lori’s parents were in there, speaking in low voices over mugs of tea, their heads tipped together like they were in on some secret committee meeting. The second I stepped in, her dad’s gaze snapped to me.
Her mum straighten
