Eluna’s P.O.V.
By the time we rolled back into Fairview, I was equal parts relieved and frazzled. The drive home from the family’s weekend lake getaway had been the usual Miller brand of chaotic—a three-hour trip squeezed into two because Koda drove like a man on a mission.
The only reason I had managed to hitch a ride was because Jules (who had given birth to her baby girl Livy all of a couple of weeks ago) had pointed out that putting a newborn on a boat with the entire Miller clan was probably not the best idea. And even though Koda had grumbled about being the designated chauffeur, he had shown up at dawn with a thermos of strong coffee and a truck that still smelled faintly of the fish he’d caught yesterday.
Now, I was wedged in the back seat of the truck, Lucy’s sticky fingers in
