“WHAT HAPPENED?” I asked as soon as I entered Flint’s room, seeing her sulking near the window as usual. Rita was nowhere to be seen, probably busy in the kitchen. Her precious granddaughter was clearly having a meltdown right now. Where is she when I need her the most? I approached her hesitantly, only stopping a few steps away.
“Did you two have a fight?”
“How do you know?” Flint furrowed her eyebrows. But she had not turned her back on me. The young girl just scowled at the scenery outside. I was thankful that she was not directing that glare at me. Because I would hate it.
“I saw you walking out of the woods with Sawyer. We were having a little picnic with the triplets. You didn’t seem happy so I followed after you. Rhys is trying to talk to Sawyer now.”
Flint scoffed. “I hope he
