Mia's POV
"Dad, do we have to go?" Matt whines. "It's snowing outside, and it's freezing."
"Yes, you have to go. She's your mother, and I don't want to end up in court requiring weekend visits when you're all eighteen in five months," he explains.
"How many days are we staying again?" Mason asks.
"You'll be back by New Year's Eve, so it's four days."
"Just hope Mom's husband doesn't have kids. I don't want any step-siblings; I already have four," Matt says.
"You better leave before the snow gets worse; it’s a long drive," Dad reminds us.
"Yeah, four hours. Mom should have just picked us up," I grumble.
"Remember, she can't drive, and her husband is probably busy with work," Dad shrugs.
"I want to arrive by 1, so I can catch up on sleep. Let’s go," Matt says.
I open the front door
