"Come and sit down, Everly," her mother gently told her as she patted the sofa between her and Amelia. "Staring out those patio doors all night won't make anything happen faster."
"I know," Everly sighed as she turned and sulked back to the sofa to sit between them. "I can't help it. I feel like I need to be doing more. Like I should be in the office, at the hospital, or off on the search party."
"Oh my sweet girl," Olivia chuckled as she pulled Everly to her, clutching Everly's head to her chest. "You are so much like your father. He won't let you see it, but he is exactly the way you are right, each time any of your kids goes away or needs to do work away from Obsidian. He worries himself sick for nothing."
"This isn't nothing," Everly said as she pulled away from her mother. "A lunat
