The day couldn’t have started more perfectly if it tried.
Warm sunlight filtered through the windows like a blessing. Liam was in one of his chirpiest moods, all dimples and happy babble, and even Damon seemed less broody than usual. When we popped into his home office to say goodbye before heading to the park, he looked up from his laptop and gave us a rare but genuine smile. Okay, fine it was mostly directed at Liam, but still.
"Take my car," he said without looking up from his screen again. "That thing you drive sounds like it’s one pothole away from exploding."
I rolled my eyes. “It’s called character. You wouldn’t understand.”
He just sighed, muttering something about stubbornness and pride. He wasn’t wrong. But I wasn’t going to let him win. Again.
So I took my car.
And I reall
