They stepped into the car. Inside, Stefan sent a message.
Then, as they drove out of the complex and into the road, Stefan handed Mose a small slip of paper with an address scribbled on it.
Mose took it, scanning the familiar name of the area. “That’s out of town. What’s there?”
Stefan didn’t answer.
Mose didn’t press. But he had a feeling.
..........
Elena and Mia shared cotton candy under a giant umbrella near the Ferris wheel, the pink sugar melting on their tongues like a forgotten taste of childhood.
Elena looked at Mia across the table. “Thanks for dragging me out,” she said quietly, her fingers idly twisting the plastic ring she bought.
Mia smiled. “No matter how complicated things get, you’re not alone. Not with me around.”
Elena’s eyes shimmered faintly in the sunlight. “
