Aamon’s Point of View
A younger version of my step-sister opened the door, her expression controlled and confident. However, I could tell she was nervous by how her hand trembled as she held the doorknob. I greeted her with a smile and introduced myself. Shiloh returned my smile and motioned for me to come inside.
As soon as I stepped through the door, Onyx and Salem barreled down the stairs, stopping before me. Grace followed closely behind, looking overwhelmed. She seemed on edge, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on. After all, she was supposed to be the adult here. What were these kids up to?
“Hello, Aunt Grace’s boyfriend,” giggled Salem while Grace turned a deep shade of red.
Oh, so that was what was going on. I knew Grace had never had anyone significant in her life
