Viv:
The sun had barely started to dip beneath the trees when I called them all into the living room.
It had been a long day—jobs, grocery runs, Sadie’s victory over her first solo bus ride, and Mica helping Gia fix a zipper on her new work uniform. I’d made pasta, Knox grilled chicken, and now the scent of garlic still clung to the air. Dishes were done, music was off, and the house had settled into a quiet hum of comfort.
I stood by the window, chewing the inside of my cheek as the girls filed in, curious and calm, some a little hesitant.
They didn’t know.
Not yet.
Knox leaned against the archway near the kitchen, his arms crossed but his eyes soft. I caught his glance and took a slow breath. I could do this. I had to.
“All right, everyone, come sit,” I said gently.
Callie curled
