Grace
I sighed as I scooped another spoonful of mint ice cream into my mouth. It was starting to melt a little around the edges, but I didn’t care.
Eleanor and Wyatt exchanged a look from the other end of the couch, but said nothing. The living room lights were dimmed, the TV casting soft flickers across the space as the twins’ cartoon played.
Liana and Lucas were already on the floor in front of the couch, curled up together with a blanket over their legs, giggling and sharing a tub of vanilla ice cream between them.
Eleanor and Wyatt were sharing a strawberry-flavored one. Meanwhile, I stuck to my usual mint.
Another sigh escaped before the spoon even left my mouth.
Eleanor finally put her ice cream down and turned to face me, eyebrows raised. “What happened to you?” she said, squ
