Tyler's POV
The packhouse pulsed with an energy that heightened my senses. I needed to find Luke, and fast, before my mother spotted me. Racing through the crowd, I finally caught sight of his familiar figure. I approached him with an urgency that mirrored the storm brewing in my mind.
"Luke," I said, clasping him in a brotherly hug, "where are the girls?"
Luke grinned, a spark of pride in his eyes. "They're in the nursery, stealing hearts as usual. You know how it is."
As we navigated through the bustling space, the weight of Jackson's revelation about our mother lingered. I couldn't shake off the feeling that her unexpected presence meant trouble.
"So," Luke began, "any nerves about the big reveal?"
I scoffed, trying to maintain an air of nonchalance. "Nerves? Please, I practically
