MEGAN'S POV
The toy store is massive, colorful, and loud, with kids running everywhere and music playing in the background.
It's the perfect distraction.
Or at least, that's what I'd hoped when I suggested the twins and I come here this morning.
Maverick and Makayla are darting between aisles, their eyes wide with excitement as they point at everything from stuffed animals to action figures to building sets.
Normally, I'd be smiling at their enthusiasm, but right now, I'm too tense to fully enjoy it.
Because I know this conversation is coming.
The one I've been dreading since yesterday.
Ever since they saw Xarion in my walk-in closet yesterday morning, they've been quieter than usual, exchanging those knowing little glances that tell me they're processing something.
Gwen's nearby,
