Chapter 28
Brielle’s POV By the time Brielle came downstairs the next morning, Wren had already found trouble. It was sitting on the kitchen table in the form of the morning newspaper, folded open beside a plate of cinnamon rolls and a mug of coffee Wren had clearly forgotten about the second something more interesting caught her attention. Sunlight poured through the tall kitchen windows, warming the pale countertops and turning the room gold, while Grandma stood at the stove flipping something in a pan with the calm patience of a woman who had chosen not to be pulled into whatever argument had started before Brielle arrived. Wren looked up the moment Brielle stepped into the kitchen. Her eyes were bright, her hair was still half-messy from sleep, and she had the exact expression Brielle had lear
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