THALIA
Reagan was curled up against my side on the couch, legs swaying as he stared at the TV with complete focus and adoration. Cartoons played loudly on the TV. Bright colors, exaggerated voices, and ridiculous sound effects. He was obsessed with this one lately. I didn’t understand the appeal, but he was enjoying it so much that I’m just letting him. He deserves a moment of normalcy after everything he has been through for the past few weeks.
For a while, the world felt… almost normal. Reagan was busy singing along when we heard the front door open.
Mira came into the living room first, eyes sharp and almost murderous. She went straight ahead as she passed us without a glance. Gino followed right after her, walking slower, his brows furrowed, frustration and conflict written all ove
